Suicideboys - Bleach Lyrics

Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer, hahaha
(Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer)
(North, North)
Haha, you mad (northside)
(In this bitch, with my cap on) Yeah
(Time to go back to speak that lingo)

I'm back in this bitch like a menace
Runnin' these hoes just like tennis
F*ck what you thought of my image
Blocka-blocka-blocka--blocka-blow
A semi-auto with the scope
I'm back in this bitch with the cult
I'm back in this bitch with the phonk
Scrim back in this bitch better know
I'm back and I'm hatin' and plottin'
Back and I'm scopin' with robbers
Come back and then jaws get to droppin'
Come hard when you step in my yard
Scammin', gimme your card
Off of a couple them bars
Choppa k-k-kickin'
Auto f-f-spittin'
Talkin' a lot of that guala
From the eses to the shottas
Lil' Wetto with yoppas
Get my pills straight from the doctor
Off of the jump 'bout my shit
Offer the dump off my hip
Fifty shots like I'm back in the crack
Smokin' that pack off the jack

OD slowly
OD slowly, OD slowly
OD slowly, OD slowly (slowly)
OD slowly, OD slowly (ho)

Stop tellin' me what to think
Stop tellin' me what to think
Stop tellin' me what to think
Stop tellin' me what to think
Stop tellin' me what to think
Stop tellin' me what to think (assumptions, assumptions, assumptions)
Stop tellin' me what to think, to think
Stop, stop tellin' me, stop tellin' what to think
(Assumptions always bein' that)
Stop, stop tellin' me what to think (stop)

I have become what I hate
Sad to say I saw this comin' from miles away
Too bad that it ain't a race
Coughin' my lungs out stuck in last place
Always in bad shape, blunt to the face
I want all the smoke, let me get a f*ckin' taste
What the f*ck you gotta say?
Yung plague untamed
Yung plague got nothin' to hide
Now I've never been one for pickin' sides
but I choose $UICIDE
Yeah, I reject almost everything 'bout this new world
I reject all the people inside (f*ck 'em)
They can run, they can hide, they swim, they can fly
But I'll hunt 'em day and night
For the rest of my life just to watch them die
Then shed tears like a crocodile
All the while my choppa smiles
Bite the bullet, that's not my style
Belly full of lead and stomach bile
You thought that your life would be worth while
Just another f*ckin' rank and file (bitch)
First came school, then you got a job
Now your f*ckin' bitch is walkin' down the aisle
Safe neighborhood for the domicile
Redoin' the kitchen pickin' out new tiles (ayy)
Don't touch that f*ckin' dial (ayy)
Let's see what's on TV
World War III in a couple hours
But at least the house is clean (ayy)
Bodies will be piled for miles and miles
But the maid service was free