SuicideBoys Lyrics

[Intro: Blanco Leopardo & Wetto]
Players never die
I got corners in Gentilly where we slang that Millie Bobby Brown
(You did good, $lick)
Never been on trial 'cause the bodies wasn’t ever found
(It's a Smash)
Tippin' to the feds, mane
Must be off your meds, mane
One less snitch in the gang, that’s a net gain

[Verse 1: Wetto]
It's the pimp player, money maker, body layer, say a prayer
Hoe stacking, pistol packing, white boy with the permed hair
Choppa sprizzay, what the biz say, I just brought a cold front
To the sizzouth, gold mizzouth, iced out like a store front
$lick spit that mack shit, make the track hit
Ain't no time for a whack bitch, unless the mouth sick
Face down in the mattress, make that back dip
Make her fuck like an actress in a porno flick
Riding off in a Benz thang, took off with no trace
Psychopathic with that nine, mane, I might catch a case
Mask on, or the mask off, it don't make no difference
'Cause I slide with them (killas) mane, they don't leave a witness
Heard you tipping to the feds, mane
Must be off your meds, mane
Pissing in his pants when I put that chrome to his head, mane
Leave him dead, mane, save his boys some head pain
One less snitch in the gang, that's a net gain
Bet, mane, heard it was that Anna you was checking for (North, northside)
Ruger, choppa, semi, what the fuck I need a vest for? (North, northside)
Had them hoes tweaking like a despo (North, northside)
Smoking on that blizzunt while this jizzunt make that neck go (North, northside)
Damn bro, Wetto beat them boys like a guerilla pimp (North, northside)
Never simp, bring your beef to God because I'm heaven sent (North, northside)
Talk that playa’ shit, hoes they circumvent (North, northside)
Shoutout Project Pat, mista don’t play and I been learning since (North, northside)

[Chorus: Wetto]
I get high off that motherfucking- (Killa, killa)
Wetto ride like a motherfucking- (Killa, killa)
Down to die for my motherfucking- (Killa, killa)
My hoes they bi, but they say I got that- (Killa)

[Verse 2: Blanco Leopardo]
Bitch I'm Angola bound, going down to the southside of the lake
Riding ’round town, plotting on whose shit I'm 'bout to take
If it's fake, I’ma sell it, if it's real, I'ma sell it
Outside of the Lexus, forest green, I know you jealous
Born a warlord out the Ward of the 7th
All these deadly sins, I think the fifth made me a felon
Begging for Armageddon, I got eleven virgins waiting for me in heaven
Bitch, I ain't stressing
Pimp a bitch just because, Blanco never need a reason, hoe
Never tell these hoes a secret, unless you want it leakin', hoe
Seen a ghost, but I was puffin' piff up in the mirror, you want smoke?
Fit you in a coffin, then I'll say it clearer
I got corners in Gentilly where we slang that Millie Bobby Brown
Never been on trial 'cause the bodies wasn't ever found
That's how we do 'em down south, bayou style
Feed the gators when them rats start running wild, tryna bite my style
I-I-I got skulls floating in the swamp (7th, 7th Ward)
I got bones covered up in moss (7th, 7th Ward)
Blanco burning up a fucking cross (7th, 7th Ward)
All my demons know who's fucking boss (7th, 7th Ward)
(Ooweeoo, who are you?) Ruby Rougarou (7th, 7th Ward)
Holla' "hooty-hoo!" when you see them boys in baby blue (7th, 7th Ward)
(Ooweeoo, who are you?) Bla-Bla-Blanco in a coupe (7th, 7th Ward)
Uzi out the roof, raining bullets, pew-pew-pew-pew-pew (7th, 7th Ward)

[Chorus: Blanco Leopardo]
I get high off that motherfucking- (Killa, killa)
Blanco ride like a motherfucking- (Killa, killa)
Down to die for my motherfucking- (Killa, killa)
My hoes they bi, but they say I got that (Killa)

[Outro]
Killa, killa, killa
Killa, killa, killa
Killa, killa, killa
Killa, killa, killa

[Intro]
(Pray for me)
Grey*59 Records presents (Grey, grey)
YIN YANG TAPES motherfucker (G*59)
From the year 1989 to the year 1990
Hot shit, summer season, keep fanning the flames (Ooh, got 'em burning up!)
From the Northside to the 7th Ward (Northside, North!) (7th ward!)
From the mothafuckin' east bank to the west bank, bitch (Eastern Block second world shit)
Introducin' Wetto and Blanco Leopardo (Wetto!)
$UICIDEBOY$ are back in the cut, bitch'
Find your halos and sharpen your pitchforks ($ui-$ui-$ui-$uicide)
The year of $UICIDE is upon us (Ooh-ooh')
Let the slaughter begin (Ha-ha-ha-ha)

[Intro]
You did good, $lick
It's a SMASH!
Pla-pla-pla-players never die

[Chorus: Lil Keke]
Draped up and dripped out
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Three in the mornin', gettin' the gat out the stash spot
Drape-, drape-, drape-, drape-
Draped up and dripped out
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Three in the mornin', gettin' the gat out the stash spot
Drape-, drape-, drape-, drape-

[Verse 1: Blanco Leopardo]
I got five bullets left in my nine
Grey matted Glock, lookin' to fuck up someone's spine
Mane, I do this all the time
Yeah, I might be Cherry, but my haters all pie
See the reaper smilin' when you look me in my eye (In my eye)
Ridin' down Marconi, got my Tony on me
My whip look like heavy cream, inside pepperoni
Fleetwood day dreamin', but I'll never let ‘em step up on me
Shout-out all my Florida and my Texas homies (My Texas homies)
Got my gut sticking out, I'm from fat city
Everytime I hit the block, them cops is actin' piggy
Blanco never left the 7th Ward, from LA to New York
Yeah, you know I settle scores
I try to keep y'all up to date on my escapades
PS5 up in the Escalade, ridin' down esplanade
Wock up in my lemonade, now them demons in my head to get some shade
Pull the tool out then look at the mess I made
I can't fix shit but my desire to get high
All my homies that done died, they all watch me from the sky
Life can be fucked up, but I'm glad to be here
Lookin’ for the love, but instead I see fear
Shawty saw my dick, like when headlights meet deer
I told her, "Turn around," then I pulled her rear near
I told her, "Listen up, like you got like three ears
You my whole world, I can't even see spheres"

[Chorus: Lil Keke]
Draped up and dripped out
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Three in the mornin', gettin' the gat out the stash spot
Drape-, drape-, drape-, drape-

[Verse 2: Wetto]
Pull up playa mackin'
Bought my bitch her back end
Whip self-park, gettin' head while I back-in
Mane, I'm gettin' paid just to sigh and breathe it back in
Used to cash change for some cigs, $5 on pump ten
Northside superstar (North!), pull up just to piss 'em off
Shawty see my bills, I said, "It’s nil to what this kitchen cost"
Show you how to pimp a broad, show you how to lift the cross
Playas up, suckers down, pussies I just kill 'em off
Tipping 4’s on 'em hoes, $lick don't usually talk a lot
Ridin' with some guns that turn your home into a parking lot
Fire up a Swisher Sweet, eyes lookin' bittersweet
Broken Heart Shorty, but it's yet to miss a fuckin' beat
Three in the morning, it's just me and Screw, mane
Too many thangs I wish that wasn't true, mane
Been pimpin' keys like I'm Stephen Hough
Germans growling, sounding like a European Zoo
What it do? Foreign 'Cedes and a Caddy slab
Caddy for my dad, bought my girl a new Macan
Northern Lands, Southside, that's where I began (7th Ward!)
I'm rollin' vengeance, that’s forever like I'm Warren Van
Sail through the South, gold in my mouth
Ball on these hoes like I'm Luka ‘Downtown’, mane
One for the money, two 30's for pain
Xan' for my nerves, only way I stay sane, mane

[Outro: Wetto & Blanco Leopardo]
W-What it do? Foreign 'Cedes and a Caddy slab
Caddy for my dad, bought my girl a new Macan
Riding down esplanade, riding down esplanade, in the Escalade
Wock up in my lemonade, demons in-in-in my
What it do? What-what-what-what it-what it do?
Bla-Bla-Blanco never left the 7th Ward, never left the 7th Ward

[Intro]
P-P-Players never-
(You did good, $lick)
It's a Smash
Painting pictures in the pouring rain
Feel alive since you came my way
Bringing colour to all this grey
You remind me of the summer, left my heart out like it's nothing
It feels so good, so good
Hoo-hoo

[Verse 1: Blanco Leopardo]
Sha-sha-shawty said to stop gaslighting but I keep on lighting gas
Puff a blunt, hit from the back boy, while I ash it on her ass (7th Ward)
I-I-I-I'm a nasty motherfucker, long-lasting motherfucker (7th Ward)
Grab her hair, make her pussy drip, I'm splashing in the puddle (7th Ward)
Bla-bla-blanco been the pimp, no, I ain't ever been a sucka (Blanco, Blanco, Blanco)
All these fuckboys on my dick, you would think that I'm their mother (Blanco, Blanco, Blanco)
The one and fucking only, no, there won't ever be anothеr (Blanco, Blanco, Blanco)
Me and Wetto 'bout to roll, I'd do whatevеr for my brother (Blanco, Blanco, Blanco)
Take one in the dome, make it count 'cause I'ma shoot, bitch (7th Ward)
Pull up like a shadow, always got 'em askin', "Who's that?" (7th Ward)
Blanco such a mystery I thought you bitches knew (7th Ward)
Why your man such a liar? I swear he need a new cap (7th Ward)
Two-two-two black hearses peeling off into the night sky (Blanco, Blanco, Blanco)
Shit, I might cry, sittin' back thinkin' 'bout my life (Blanco, Blanco, Blanco)
Let out a slight sigh, shit always going wrong, but I pass out on the right side (Blanco, Blanco, Blanco)
Repping five nine

[Interlude]
Painting pictures in the pouring rain

[Verse 2: Wetto]
I see them fuckboys steady talking, but they never get specific (Northside)
My pimpin' got her drippin' like she walk the whole Pacific (Northside)
Yeah, scarecrow be the mythic how I break the laws of physics (Northside)
Ch-ch-choppa monolithic, paint your face like hieroglyphics (Northside)
Bl-bl-bl-blanco bust them oxys with that Amex with no limit
I might rob my local clinic, now it's methadone for dinner
Bl-bl-black coupe, hearse boy, whip look like a cursed toy (Wetto, Wetto, Wetto, Wetto)
Switch it up the next day pick a new one out the convoy (Wetto, Wetto, Wetto, Wetto)
Tickets to the riches, told my bitch, "We need some bitches" (Northside)
Counting all these Benji's, got my brain fucked up in digits (Northside)
Itching off that fenty, I make millions notting off
Wetto Basquiat, $licky fugue like he Bach (Northside)
All my exes in the rearview looking for a take two (Wetto, Wetto, Wetto, Wetto)
Breaking hoes hearts, on occasions turn 'em gay too (Wetto, Wetto, Wetto, Wetto)
That one you can't replace be that pain up in your swisher (Wetto, Wetto, Wetto, Wetto)
M-M-Monet of the grey, I up that K and paint a picture (Wetto, Wetto, Wetto, Wetto)

[Outro]
Wetto, 7th Ward
Wetto, Wetto, Wetto, 7th Ward
Wetto, Wetto, Wetto, 7th Ward
Wetto, Wetto, Wetto, 7th Ward
Wetto, Wetto, Wetto, 7th Ward
Wetto, Wetto, Wetto, Northside
Blanco, Blanco, Blanco, Northside
Blanco, Blanco, Blanco, Northside
Blanco, Blanco, Blanco, Northside
Blanco
You bring me-

[Intro]
You did good, $lick
It's a Smash!
Killas off South Parkway, South Memphis, South-
Killas off South Parkway, South Memphis, Killas-
Killas off South Parkway, South Memphis, South-
Killas off South Parkway, South Memphis, Killas-
Players never die
Killas off South Parkway, South Memphis, South-
Killas off South Parkway, South Memphis, Killas-
Killas off South Parkway, South Memphis, South-
Killas off South Parkway, South Memphis, Killas-

[Verse 1: Wetto]
Killer with that AK, get this motherfucker bussin'
Tell a hoe to get the fuck if she ain't here to suck it
Creepin' on a come up, I got fam that need some funding
I'm ducking from drugging and sipping that tussin and bloating up my stomach
I need The D, the O, the P, the E
Riding clean, the G, the L, E sixty-three
Oowee, see chicken heads, they fiend for me
Yung north, S-I-D-E
W-E-T, bitch

[Bridge: Wetto]
Yeah motherfucker, it's grey-grey-grеy (Northside)
Wetto in this bitch, motherfuckеr (Five nine)

[Verse 2: Wetto]
Verse two in the booth with a Glock loaded
Off so many meds, am I coming or I'm going?
Fuck an interview, mane, I'm too raw to sugar coat it
See a dead man walking, next election he'll be voting
Pimp on a track, mix dope with the crack
I might slide, camo mask, turn your hood to Iraq
Bury suckers, fuck a groupie, that's the truth, I feel like Gucci
I got 99 problems and not one that you gon' shoot me

[Bridge: Wetto]
Nah, nah, nah, that ain't it
That ain't it, get him
Fuck, fuck, fuck

[Verse 3: Wetto]
We got Anna, motherfucker? Let me know or keep your mouth shut
Slicky make a million every time I give that mouse touch
Slicky whip that wrist and make a motherfucking ounce jump
Wetto make a bitch play hard to get and get her mouth fucked
Sick motherfucker
No mind motherfucker
That white trash, high taxed, dying motherfucker
Tell the world eat my dick, I'm a prick motherfucker
Life Hell, tough shit, I'm the bic motherfucker

[Verse 4: Blanco Leopardo]
Fully loaded choppa, knew this bitch who lived on Tchoupitoulas
Bitch seemed like an opportunist
Flocking just to jock my new shit
Stopped in Houston, belly looking swollen, better stop abusing wock and chewing fent
Yeah, all my teeth are fucking rotten
Cruising down your block and you know Blanco lighting blunts of herb
Carefully choose your words unless you'd rather bite the fucking curb
What's the word? Whatchu fuckin' heard?
Blanco smite the herd
Fuck your bitch until her spine is curved
Blanco spiked your nerves, uh

[Bridge: Blanco Leopardo]
Oh shit
Blanco, Blanco, Blanco
Oh shit

[Verse 5: Blanco Leopardo]
Bitches on my dick like a love bug
Tryna get the claws up in me like a fucking mud bug
Bitch, I'm a smug thug
Calling up my young plug
Playing all that smoke is gonna make me get my lungs scrubbed
I need a breath of fresh air, splash some water on my face
Looking back on my mistakes, regretting them is such a waste
Keep it pimpin', move it forward like I'm running just to race, yeah
Devil right behind me like I finished first place, uh

[Bridge: Blanco Leopardo]
Wow
Oh my god
What the fuck

[Verse 6: Blanco Leopardo]
All of these haters keep pushing thinking that be me
All of my steeze
Spreading my wings, but I ain't taking anyone under them, why can't I just glide in peace?
Using these drugs to release
Fucking these bitches for free
Flirting with death, I keep promising things, when's he gonna know that I'm a tease and I'm just tryna get a lil sleep?
Capitalizing the G
F to the I to the V to the E
N to the I to the N to the E
To the F to the O to the R to the L to the I to the F to the E

[Chorus: Blanco Leopardo]
For my gang, I will do anything (Anything)
For my gang, I will do everything (Everything)

[Verse 7: Ghostemane]
Creepin' out my mothafuckin' rut
Picking up all my guts and the blood I let flood through the gutters
I'm ready to make a break out and take out all of the things
I gotta put my scope on, now I'm boutta put my red dot on and then snipe
Every one of them fuckers that wanted to believe the hype
I'ma go psycho and then I'll never take another look up in my sights
I'm put a green light on my $uicide
Let my wrist leak my fluids out
Never gonna be another realer than the black mage or the G*59
Any other motherfucker is chillin' in the backstage or a sideline, bitch

[Bridge]
Killas off South Parkway, South Memphis, South-

[Verse 8: Ghostemane]
Yeah, sliding in my '69 Camaro SS
Got my dime in my lap, Glock cocked in her breast
Got the 12's in the trunk, turn it up and let it bump
Mossberg shotty pump rattle when the bass thump
Oh, oh
I'ma let it go, go
I'm the one ya never wanna turn your back on
All of them haters hatin' on me wannabe on what I'm on
Oh, y'all want me to fall off?
Oh, that's too bad 'cause I won't
And I'm gonna be there when every one of your souls gets dragged down to Hell

[Verse 9: Ghostemane]
I don't need anymore money, I got too much that I cannot even spend
All y'all be thinkin' that y'all love a rapper but y'all just be following the latest trend
I'm gettin' by with the bank
Don't got a vibe with a saint
I'm gonna paint
A pic of the blackest of mages, I'm makin' everybody question their faith

[Verse 10: Ghostemane]
G to the H to the O to the S to the T to the E
M to the A to the N to the E
B to the L to the A to the C to the K
To the M to the A-G-E

[Outro]
Killas off South Parkway, South Memphis, South-
Killas off South Parkway, South Memphis, Killas-
Killas off South Parkway, South Memphis, South-
Killas off South Parkway, South Memphis, Killas-
Killas off South Parkway, South Memphis, South-
Killas off South Parkway, South Memphis, Killas-
Killas off South Parkway, South Memphis, South-
Killas off South Parkway, South Memphis, Killas

[Intro: Blanco Leopardo & Wetto]
(Like I said before, I'm the pimp, she's the ho)
(Like I-Like I said before, like I-like I said before)
(I'm the—, like I said before, I'm the pimp, she's the ho)
Grey*59 Records presents (Grey, Grey)
YIN YANG TAPES motherfucker (G*59)
From the year 1989 to the year 1990
It's Fall season, we gon' watch them all drop (I hear the wind pickin' up)
From the Northside to the 7th Ward (North-Northside)
From the mothafuckin' East bank to the West bank, bitch (7th Ward! Eastern Block second world shit)
Introducing Wetto and Blanco Leopardo (Wetto!)
$UICIDEBOY$ are back in the guttah, bitch ($ui- $uicide!)
Hide your halos and sharpen your pitchforks
The year of $UICIDE is upon us (Ooh-ooh)
Let the slaughter begin! (Ha-ha-ha-ha)

[Intro]
You did good, $lick
It's a SMASH!
Pla-pla-pla-players never die

[Verse 1: Wetto]
M-M-M-Motherfuck that set you claim, you know
It's Cut Throat from the grey, ho, stay the fuck away
Glock tucked on my side, pull up like I'm Triple A
Any motherfucking time, any motherfucking day
Demons all around me and they begging for a fucking taste
Same shit, different day, playing with the K
Nor-Northside, Eastern Bloc, where the fuck I stay
Still I'm creeping in the cut, remain sick as fuck
Pop a Addy, off the Fent', feel too good to duck
B-B-Breaking bad, I been rolling with the devil lately
Have you ever seen a demon pull up in a new Mercedes?
Most hated, underrated, you know Grey the clique
Walking straight to hell and clear the motherfucking pit

[Bridge: Wetto]
Better stay away
Better stay away
Stay the fuck away
Uh, stay the fuck away

[Verse 2: Wetto]
I just popped a perc, I just popped a Xan (Yeah, yeah)
See this bag of dope? That's a hundred grand (Uh, uh)
Sell a bitch some hope, fuck her hit the dash (yeah, yeah)
Looking for some love? Holla at your mans (Uh, uh)
Fo-For the heroin I'm a dog, $licky Pavlov (Yeah, yeah)
Y-Y-Yeah, you know it's personal when the mask off
L-Leave his body on display like it's half off (Yeah, yeah)
Scammed the game, call me Bernie "Wetto" Madoff (Wet)
Glock out, cock out, tell the world, "Suck my dick"
Sam "Wetto" Hyde 'cause I always get away with it
Th-Three fingers high, *59, what the fuck it is
Three fingers high, bitch, I'm Grey 'til the fuckin' end

[Interlude: Blanco Leopardo]
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 3: Blanco Leopardo]
Bl-Bl-Blanco never shooting blanks, got one in the chamber with your name on it
Blanco pullin' rank, captain of the grey (Grey)
Stay flauntin' in a fuckin' tank, east bank, got my blade sharpened
Cut, slice or shank, either way, I'ma flay my target
Ayy, why all these opps on my block, huh? (Huh?)
Pull out the chop like a mop, bruh (Ayy)
Ayy, street sweeping like it's Mardi Gras
Litter up the streets with a bunch of bloody body parts
Swanging on them 30s, got them 30s in my glovebox
Cops pulled me over, they about to get their mug popped (Woop, woop, woop)
Cherry lemonade type of stain, pull off in the rain (Skrr)
Spilt his fuckin' brain like a bitch who loves to chug cock

[Chorus: Blanco Leopardo]
Uh, uh, uh, uh, leave me the fuck alone
Uh, uh, uh, uh, leave me the fuck alone
Uh, uh, uh, uh, leave me the fuck alone
Uh, uh, uh, uh, leave me the fuck alone

[Verse 4: Blanco Leopardo]
Grey steppin', I'm reppin' the *59 (Grey), all of my partners my lifeline
Thirty deep, thirty three years I could keep, if I stop with these 30s, I'm cleared for the week (Yah, yah, yah)
Gang with me, whole gang with me, I got no fear in these streets
Bang semi autos (Brr) while I'm hanging out the fucking Jeep
I never sleep, tweakin' off the rock, Blanco play for keeps
Real life drug addict, comedowns always fucking steep
Never sleep, I know that the reaper waiting for me (Yeah)
I know that he patient, see his reflection when I'm pouring up
Codeine in the cup, double it up, now I'm snoring (Double it up)
I might not wake up, Uzi tucked next to my .40
Southside of the lake, yeah, I'm always 7th Warding (Say what?)
All these pills, I take 'em, bitch, there ain't no fucking hoarding
I got two phones, shawty try and hit me on my other line
Shawty looking fine, gonna call her back another time (Brr)
Dollar signs on my fucking mind while I break her spine
Pulled out just in time, I can't let her have my fucking slime (Nah)

[Intro: Wetto]
You die, motherfucker (Players never die)
Fuck that, I don't need that shit in my life (You did good, $lick)
Fuck that, I don't need that shit in my life (It's a smash)
Fuck that, I don't need that shit in my life
You die, motherfucker
Fuck that, I don't need that shit in my life
Fuck that, I don't need that shit in my life
Fuck that, I don't need that shit in my life
You die, motherfucker (Ayy, yeah, ayy, ayy)

[Verse 1: Blanco Leopardo]
Bitch, I'm poppin' sticks like I'm Nick Cannon, smash her like I'm Ganondorf
All my homies stuntin', we all ballin' like we manage sports
F-F-Fuckboy on my dick, wants a pic, go 'head and tag the dork
Miss me with that bullshit, yeah, I shoulda been a matador
Slap a whore, choke a bitch, man, I think I broke her hip
F-F-Fuck her 'til she soaked in piss, I plan to make a note of it
Blanco always faded likе a motherfuckin' poke n' stick
Ready to snatch a soul, sеal ya fate up with a frozen kiss
I'm smoking bliss, turn a fuckboy into mist
Scratch a name off of my list and add another just for kicks
Open slit up on my wrist, yeah, I think they get the gist
Tighten up my fuckin fist, Blanco never fuckin' miss
Spit out the drip, don't want crystals in my stomach
All these crystals on my bitch, align her chakras while we fuckin'
Rearranging all her plumbing
All these suckas think they stuntin' but they really just lame
Spittin' out flames, bitch, I bang Grey
*59 'til the day I die, my tear ducts all dried
I-I-I fear I don't know why I feel so normal when I'm high
All these voices in my head, I can't tell which one is the lie
Always bring the storm, yeah Blanco blackin' out the sky

[Break: Wetto]
Fuck that, I don't need that shit in my life
You die, motherfucker (Wetto)

[Verse 2: Wetto]
G-G-G-G-Give it how these haters want it, break a bitch up on it
Yu-Yu-Yung Slick walking coma, as I smoke the marijuana
It's Yung North, make the bass shake, tell a bitch wait
Diamonds shine as I flip it, ship it, make the weight skate
I-I-I been wrist whippin', flockin' chickens when I slide pimpin'
Glock grippin', p-p-pop a clip in have your mind spinning
Spine bending, bloody linens in your mom kitchen
Crime ridden, hood I'm from ain't got no prime lending
Slicky flame sizzle, rollin' with a tank missile
Tell a hoe to hit them knees and let me fuck her brain tissue
I-I-I'm poppin' 30s, seein' blurry, still, I can't miss you
Pop the stick, blow the clip, kill everyone that came with you
Same issues, playin' Russian Roulette with revolvers
I-I go gung ho with that drum roll like I'm Travis Barker
"Last offer", hear the Devil talkin' to me often
Fuck a coffin, when I die, just burn me in a foreign
W-W-W-Wetto Chris Walken, haunted like the deer hunter
You a larp with no heart, just tuck your dick under
You a fed, you a cop, you a real Uncer
Scarface Wetto with that metal, let that steel rumble

[Outro]
Fuck that, I don't need that shit in my life
Fuck that, I don't need that shit in my life
Fuck that, I don't need that shit in my life
You die, motherfucker
Fuck that

[Intro: Wetto]
You did good, Slick
It's a Smash!
Play-Play-Play-Play-Players never die
North, North, Northside
Ay, Northside, ay

[Verse 1: Wetto]
Pull up in the Benz-uh (North), higher than a bitch-uh (North)
Northside playa getting head from a stripper (North)
Gold mouth dizz-og (North), fucking with that heron (North)
Dog food shawty, all that shit you selling stepped on (North)
Better get the fuck on (North), fuck up off the strizz-eet (North)
Pull that glizzy Glock, I make it pop and leave him deceased (North)
Took his hoe with me (North), I heard she was a frizz-eak (North)
Coke bottle physique, her pussy got a earring (North)
Let my girl fuck her (North), hit her with the strap-on (North)
Kick back likе a mizz-ack, while I get the dizz-omе (North)
Sippin' on some sizzurp (North), I can't hear a wizz-ord (North)
The chopper leave 'em leakin', put his body in the dizz-irt (North)
Banging with my folk-uh (North), face on us like poker (North)
Them boys from the Northside execute you on your sofa (North)
Mane, who want the smizz-oke? (North) I'll die for my kinfolk (North)
That pride will leave you crizz-oaked when I slide with that pistol (North)
N-O-R-T-zee (North), H-S-I-D-E-zee (North)
I ride through the city, them freak hoes show they titties (North)
Poppin' on them pizz-ills (North), pussies know the dizz-eal (North)
Wetto keep the stizz-eel, I'm too thick in vizz-ille (North)

[Interlude: Blanco Leopardo]
7th, 7th, 7th Ward
Ayy, 7th Ward

[Verse 2: Blanco Leopardo]
Bitch, I been fuckin' these bitches (7th), now I'm duckin' these bitches (7th)
Untouchable, limitless, hoe, don't fuck with my business (7th Ward)
Kermit on my wrist look slick (7th), that's sixteen thou' around my fist (7th)
Daydreamin' of money 'cause tonight I might just hit some licks (7th Ward)
Take your pick (7th), should I whip the new Benz or the '56 (7th)
Fifty nine ways to die and all of them involving $lick (7th Ward)
Sloth cleaning his pistol (7th) while I load another sixty clips (7th)
Ready to go to war, but they always end up with slit wrists (7th Ward)
I'm so sick and tired (7th) of all these fakes and liars (7th)
Thinkin' that they fire, when really they admire what we do (7th Ward)
Biting and biting (7th) 'til our style all chewed up (7th)
Now my head all screwed up (7th Ward)
I threw up on the bitch when I was fuckin' on her late last night (7th)
Wetto gave me a fenty patch, boy, I was feeling nice (7th Ward)
Drooling on myself (7th), I couldn't even get my dick up (7th)
I coulda been a mark if I wasn't so fucking cliqued up (7th Ward)
Grey Five Nine (7th), bitch, I'd die for one of mine (7th)
Southside of the Lake, I travel North to see my slime (7th Ward)
New Orleans born n' bred (7th), I'll make a dollar out a dime (7th)
Always on my toes, I keep my fingers on my nine (7th Ward)

[Interlude: Freddie Dredd]
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 3: Freddie Dredd]
I hope you recognize fuckin' with me, you will see the devil's eyes
Not alive, hear the Freddie Dredd, you better run inside
I-I got my Glockie with me, bitches always actin' shifty
I'm countin' up, think 'bout fifty, testin' me is very risky
You ain't so hard, fuckin' bitch, you fuckin' fraud
Ain't my job, teach a lesson, better count ya fuckin' blessings
I-I-I'm a boss, take the loss, if ya hate me, fingers crossed
I'm a beast, ain't the least, get to killin', it's a feast
One more time, on my grind, and I never have to find
What I'm lookin' for, say the word and bodies start to hit the floor
I think I gotta go, I'm runnin' from the time, you know
I'm Freddie Dredd, you hoe, I'm posted in the cold before
I never heard of you, pussy boy ain't got the juice
I wanna kill a fool, that's all I wanna do
Sto-Sto-Stockin' up on ammo, always ready for the next
I'm about to fuck ya life up, cause you're fucking with the best
"Freddie, please do not do it, Freddie, please can you stop?"
Nah-nah, bitch, I'm a demon and I'm runnin' on the clock

[Intro: Blanco Leopardo & Wetto]
Ridin' with the-, Ridin' with the-, Ridin' with the-, Ridin'-, ridin'-, ridin'-
Ridin' with the-, Ridin' with the-, Ridin' with the-, Ridin'-, ridin'-, ridin'-
Grey*59 Records presents (Grey, grey)
YIN YANG TAPES motherfucker (G*59)
From the year 1989 to the year 1990
Brr, winter season, colder than a toe tag (Fridgin' motherfucker)
From the northside to the 7th Ward (North-Northside)
From the motherfuckin' east bank to the west bank, bitch (7th Ward, Eastern Bloc second world shit)
Introducing Wetto and Blanco Leopardo (Wetto)
$UICIDEBOY$ are back in the cut, bitch ($ui-$uicide)
Find your halos and sharpen your pitchforks ($ui-$ui-$uicide)
The year of $UICIDE is upon us (Ooh-ooh)
Let the slaughter begin
Ha-ha-ha-ha