BUCKHEAD

de $uicideboy$

You did good, $lick
(Ooh, ooh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy

Rolling with them animals like Noah's Ark
Bitch, I got the blade like I'm Joan of Arc
Crazy with the chop when I'm off a bar
Spraying in the air hollering: Kill 'em all
Slick baby off of that shit
Devil from outta that pit
Levels to this I been sick
Fuck it up, up in the pit
I been popping pills and sipping drop
I spent 20 years up on that block
Beatin' on my chest I feel like Kong
Lemme talk my shit it's been too long
(Yeah, uh, urrgh)
Plugged in like a socket
Up in space like a rocket
Glock tucked in my pocket
Choppa here, it got bodies
Bought that bitch a new body
Crib came with a lobby
Rappers know I'm their papi
Sipping drank and rolling slow, my bitch powder her nose
Haters mad, they want me sad, but my net worth said no
Mad 'cause they still broke
Mad I kicked that dope
Ten toes, Germ my folk
It's your time, gang, go

First off I'm that nigga
Step in take my picture
Grey Five Nine the army
Walking deadman, bitch, this thriller
I been ducked and ducking, puffin onions
Bitches stank, ain't munchin' nothing
I been around, still can't call it for nothing
These niggas still bluffing and these zooties I'm puffin'
Started off giving no fucks a lot
Watch me hop in and out keeping it hot
Rocks in the dial bussing Kodak bop
Get higher than the Moon and stars a lot
Stones and the rubies they bussin' like fye
Crosshairs on my mind, can't seem to take me out
Hol' up, she on my line, gimme some time
I can't get away, no time to unwind
Hello?
Sliding, I'm in my own lane
Sliding, in and out of dames
Sliding, never needed fame
Sliding, you ain't even paid
Still don't hold weight
Another homicide, another homie died
Another subject you couldn't relate to
I been out roaming long time, losing my mind
I think I just had me a breakthrough, hate you
Five nine, bring da business
Fifty-nine shots my ammunition
Five nine, we draped in linen
Five nine, might toss you some pennies

Never lookin' back
Do my best to cover my tracks
Feeding the monkey that's climbing my spine
And in return my itches always get scratched
Never again have to wait in a line
But I wait for the lines to get formed out the sack
Fucking a different bitch every night
But I'd rather get fucked up and pass out
Platinum plaques, stadiums packed
Stacking up racks, hoes on my lap
Don't give a fuck I need to know where my stash at
Losing my mind
Wasting my time
Ain't doing fine
Hating my life
Ah, fuck
Wear my heart on my sleeve but it ain't Balenciaga
Prolly FTP or G59 or something by Ariaga
Bought some Prada boots just to curb stomp me a pussy
Why they always looking at me?
'Cause they see what they never could be
Oddy Nuff stay on alert
Yeah she pulling up her skirt, and then I skrrt
Avoid the swell, but still I fucking surf