Still got the badge, still got the gun
Still got the patch, still got the stun
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun
Put the Glock to my skull then I-
$Uicide, $uI-
Still got the badge, still got the gun
Still got the patch, still got the stun
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun
Put the Glock to my skull then I-
Glock to my skull then I-
Glock to my skull then I-
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun (ayy, ayy)
Put the Glock to my skull then I-
Watch me pull up in that H1 with my day-ones
Now's the time to say somethin' if you wanna say somethin'
Swing 'em under, make their face lumped, turn 'em to the lakefront
And roll 'bout eight blunts, like my face numb from the grey bumps
White lines like we gettin' the shake junt
Fake frontin'-ass pussy boy, run
Your mama made change, didn't know she also made chumps
Make your bitch wet, in fact, here the rain comes
Stain somethin', all day, plague stuntin' (yeah)
Ain't frontin', bitch, I'm in the back puffin'
Me and my cousin f*ckin' buzzin', got the razor blades tucked in (uh)
Airin' out the f*ckin' room like glade plug-ins
Still got the badge, still got the gun
Still got the patch, still got the stun
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun
Put the Glock to my skull then I-
Glock to my skull then I-
Glock to my skull then I-
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put the Glock to my skull then I-
Represent the East 59, it's a grey thing
Creepin' 'round your motherf*ckin' block with no plates, mane
Make your motherf*ckin' front yard to a gun range
Blocka blocka with the chopper, turn your name to a stain
Big dawg, no heart, we ain't build the same, nah
Big gars bars f*ckin' up my brain, yeah
Fentanyl lotta bars, flowin' through my veins, ayy
Adderall speedballs, I might go insane, f*ck
Yeah, whole lotta drugs life close to done
Demons comin' on my walls in my bedroom
I got tendencies of suicidal ideation
Menace to society when I ain't medicated
Still got the badge, still got the gun
Still got the patch, still got the stun
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun
Put the Glock to my skull then I-
Glock to my skull then I
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Still got the badge, still got the gun
Still got the patch, still got the stun
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun
Put the Glock to my skull then I-
$Uicide, $uI-
Still got the badge, still got the gun
Still got the patch, still got the stun
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun
Put the Glock to my skull then I-
Glock to my skull then I-
Glock to my skull then I-
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun (ayy, ayy)
Put the Glock to my skull then I-
Watch me pull up in that H1 with my day-ones
Now's the time to say somethin' if you wanna say somethin'
Swing 'em under, make their face lumped, turn 'em to the lakefront
And roll 'bout eight blunts, like my face numb from the grey bumps
White lines like we gettin' the shake junt
Fake frontin'-ass pussy boy, run
Your mama made change, didn't know she also made chumps
Make your bitch wet, in fact, here the rain comes
Stain somethin', all day, plague stuntin' (yeah)
Ain't frontin', bitch, I'm in the back puffin'
Me and my cousin f*ckin' buzzin', got the razor blades tucked in (uh)
Airin' out the f*ckin' room like glade plug-ins
Still got the badge, still got the gun
Still got the patch, still got the stun
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun
Put the Glock to my skull then I-
Glock to my skull then I-
Glock to my skull then I-
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put the Glock to my skull then I-
Represent the East 59, it's a grey thing
Creepin' 'round your motherf*ckin' block with no plates, mane
Make your motherf*ckin' front yard to a gun range
Blocka blocka with the chopper, turn your name to a stain
Big dawg, no heart, we ain't build the same, nah
Big gars bars f*ckin' up my brain, yeah
Fentanyl lotta bars, flowin' through my veins, ayy
Adderall speedballs, I might go insane, f*ck
Yeah, whole lotta drugs life close to done
Demons comin' on my walls in my bedroom
I got tendencies of suicidal ideation
Menace to society when I ain't medicated
Still got the badge, still got the gun
Still got the patch, still got the stun
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun
Put the Glock to my skull then I-
Glock to my skull then I
Still got the patch, still got the stun
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun
Put the Glock to my skull then I-
$Uicide, $uI-
Still got the badge, still got the gun
Still got the patch, still got the stun
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun
Put the Glock to my skull then I-
Glock to my skull then I-
Glock to my skull then I-
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun (ayy, ayy)
Put the Glock to my skull then I-
Watch me pull up in that H1 with my day-ones
Now's the time to say somethin' if you wanna say somethin'
Swing 'em under, make their face lumped, turn 'em to the lakefront
And roll 'bout eight blunts, like my face numb from the grey bumps
White lines like we gettin' the shake junt
Fake frontin'-ass pussy boy, run
Your mama made change, didn't know she also made chumps
Make your bitch wet, in fact, here the rain comes
Stain somethin', all day, plague stuntin' (yeah)
Ain't frontin', bitch, I'm in the back puffin'
Me and my cousin f*ckin' buzzin', got the razor blades tucked in (uh)
Airin' out the f*ckin' room like glade plug-ins
Still got the badge, still got the gun
Still got the patch, still got the stun
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun
Put the Glock to my skull then I-
Glock to my skull then I-
Glock to my skull then I-
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put the Glock to my skull then I-
Represent the East 59, it's a grey thing
Creepin' 'round your motherf*ckin' block with no plates, mane
Make your motherf*ckin' front yard to a gun range
Blocka blocka with the chopper, turn your name to a stain
Big dawg, no heart, we ain't build the same, nah
Big gars bars f*ckin' up my brain, yeah
Fentanyl lotta bars, flowin' through my veins, ayy
Adderall speedballs, I might go insane, f*ck
Yeah, whole lotta drugs life close to done
Demons comin' on my walls in my bedroom
I got tendencies of suicidal ideation
Menace to society when I ain't medicated
Still got the badge, still got the gun
Still got the patch, still got the stun
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun
Put the Glock to my skull then I-
Glock to my skull then I
Writer: Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux Jr
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.