Suicideboys - Bring Out Your Dead Lyrics

Out of the way kids

Used to smoke crack, now I count f*cking racks
Mack Daddy smacked, lickin' a powder bag
Back on my bullshit, white Benz coupe
Fit three in the back, and that's not including your bitch too, shit
Mutt hit the blunt like a bump
$lick in the cut with the cut, no, we never gave a f*ck
If I cum, suck it up, bitch, I'm f*cked
Lead in the brain, I got tar in the lungs
Dreads full of stank, til' my car f*ckin' stops
Nothing to gain, I got nothing but bad f*cking luck
Lean the seat back as I swerve and I crash
Yeah, this blunt mixed with glass, as my dreams turn to black
I'm ash
Put 'em in the back, no strap in the backpack
Just a bunch of trash
Told Zac, "If we ever fell off with G-59 or FTP
Let's just be terrorists, blow up on NBC"

Bitch, you gon' die, hoe
Bitch, you gon' die, hoe
They be actin' for a f*ckin' bitch
I'm 'bout to shoot this bitch
Bitch, you gon' die, hoe
Bitch, you gon' die, hoe
They be actin' for a f*ckin' bitch
I'm 'bout to shoot this bitch

This for any pussy boy wanna act up (act up)
Find yourself dead with no guts (no guts)
Voice in my head sayin', "Kill yourself"
So, so, so I wrote a note
Hot boy, turned cold
To whom it may concern, f*ck you and the world
Nurse these Xanax, anxiety on panic
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, I got to go
I got a sixty pack waitin' at home
Feel like a zombie, I'm all alone
Everyone clones, please tell your bitch to stop hitting my phone

Hollow tips to the whole motherf*cking game (game)
Hollow tips, gonna insert in my brain

Bitch, you gon' die, hoe
Bitch, you gon' die, hoe
Hanging out the motherf*cking window
'Bout to shoot this bitch
Yeah, you gon' die, hoe
Yeah, you gon' die, hoe
Hanging out the motherf*cking window