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Suicidal
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Suicidal è stato pubblicato il 30 maggio 2025 da Encore Recordings come parte dell'album Don't Trust Me
30 maggio 2025
EtichettaEncore Recordings
LinguaEnglish
BPM93
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia

Testi

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
G Block, aye, aye
[Chorus]
Said fuck my brother, when I see that bitch in person, he gon' run from me
Bro got that done for me, I love shorty
I caught a few North **** without they gun on them
Aye, check the score, four **** died when they said, "Fuck Slo-be"
So think twice, ****, if you fuckin' with the Gz, that's suicidal, ****
You don't love life, ****, you shoulda kept that shit stitched
You know your rights, ****, up on the score
If they outside, we might spin it
Gettin' shit done, it's only donkeys from the Gz
Not EBK if I ain't put the lil' **** on the ten
How the fuck you Jz? You ain't get the green light from me
Top rank, I'm the reason everybody droppin' 3z
Aye, kick it off, I'm the reason everybody got a B
[Verse 1]
I'm a donk' like Lil' Lee, I know some scores from BG
It's 5 **** I was cool with, now they opps, rest in peace
How you remix the Biggest G without a beat? Gales, what's wrong with you
Don't gotta act like you a gangster, make your own music
Kasino World, I had to step up to the plate
Homies was scared to slide, I hopped inside that lo', you know the Draks
Aye look, every opp I got up on, he couldn't get away
And he's still shaking back if he here today
[Verse 2]
Aye, aye, I like to manifest that gangster shit
If it's opp hoes outside with them ****, I'ma spank the bitch
Popped a Perc' and seen someone that's dead, this **** can't exist
Yeah, got blood on every hood that's speakin on us
No cap, don't like to speak on that FAD
'Cause he wasn't in the funk, but his bitch-ass took a dome tap
Twany keep making diss songs, look where Los at
That can't bring bro back
I fucked it up in the North, them **** blunt
I can name a few victims
I told the bitch that trolling gang will catch up to him, he ain't listen
Aye, look, the landlord, can't no one send me on a mission
But if Play tell me get him, I'm gon get him
Did a skit, was paranoid after, I ain't take my mask off for two days
Gon' shoot that fat **** with the Dracy, make him lose weight
It's real killers on your head, you better move safe
[Verse 3]
Look, aye, I'm attracted to them fully switches
Spinnin' through the North, tryna cook a ****
Everytime a opp get shot, they come out the 'spital looking different
Lil' brody caught a opp but he had pole, had to cook him with it
It's J in this wood, ain't no cookies in it, G Block
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
G Block, aye, aye
[Chorus]
Said fuck my brother, when I see that bitch in person, he gon' run from me
Bro got that done for me, I love shorty
I caught a few North **** without they gun on them
Aye, check the score, four **** died when they said, "Fuck Slo-be"
So think twice, ****, if you fuckin' with the Gz, that's suicidal, ****
You don't love life, ****, you shoulda kept that shit stitched
You know your rights, ****, up on the score
If they outside, we might spin it
Gettin' shit done, it's only donkeys from the Gz
Not EBK if I ain't put the lil' **** on the ten
How the fuck you Jz? You ain't get the green light from me
Top rank, I'm the reason everybody droppin' 3z
Aye, kick it off, I'm the reason everybody got a B
Written by: Jaymani Gorman, Mate Molnar, Zaylyn Welling
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