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Suicide
18,263
Hip-Hop/Rap
Suicide was released on May 18, 2018 by YSN Records, Inc. / EMPIRE as a part of the album No Hooks
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Release DateMay 18, 2018
LabelYSN Records, Inc. / EMPIRE
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM96

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lud Foe
Lud Foe
Vocals
Kid Wond3r
Kid Wond3r
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bill Hullett
Bill Hullett
Songwriter
Anthony Beecham
Anthony Beecham
Songwriter
Willie Akins
Willie Akins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Irving Lorenzo
Irving Lorenzo
Producer
Larry Ogletree
Larry Ogletree
Producer
Brad Jordan
Brad Jordan
Producer
Kid Wond3r
Kid Wond3r
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ion feel that ****, he don't feel hisself
When we get on his ass make a fuck **** kill hisself
I got that thang on me, I just let it hang out
A **** run up on me wrong, its gon' be a bang out
I'm a drug dealer, bring the cocaine out
I be on that hot shit, bring the propane out
I put some honey on a snow bunny
Then I send her on the road just to hoe for me
Come shirt lil bitch, I need some more money
I got money growing roots, yeah that's old money
I'm ridin' big whips they call me lil wheel
And you know I keep a tool like I'm Bob the Builder
Late night, war time, bring them thangs out
Make a fuck **** blow his own brains out
Make a fuck **** 'X' his own name out
They was sleepin' on me when I first came out
They tryna see how far go from where I came now
These rappers copy-catters, heard they want my lane now
We turn a **** house to a haunted house
Ain't nobody play no fool in my momma house
I was all on my own, Kid helped me out
I heard you gettin' a lil money but you runnin' out
Thought it was funny then, do you think it's funny now?
If you ain't hear me comin', can you hear me comin' now?
We pull up on your ass, don't be runnin' out
European ass clip, ain't runnin' out
Ridin' European ass whips I brought the fourgis out
These hoes like a **** swag, I'm havin' orgys now
I jumped off that porch at a early age
Fuck around and lose your life, actin' too brave
Bad boy, I done found my daddy 12 gauge
Went the juvenile, I got out on a rampage
Bitch I'm too cut, might need Band-Aids
Wassup with all these **** tryna throw shade?
All I see is blue cheese through these new shades
You still on that old shit, I'm on a new page
I be dodging all the hoes, I need a new cage
I'm ridin' in that big body, I need two lanes
You think I robbed a casino, got so many chips
You think I was a slave, got so many whips
You think I was Frito, got so many dips
Guns so big, can't even fit on my hip
Hit the club off them drugs, then we start trippin'
If we can't get in with the Glock, we parkin' lot pimpin'
She like my pimp walk, she like the way I'm limpin'
I can teach you boys a lesson if you pay attention
I'm out west 290 **** mind your business
How the fuck is them your **** if you in competition?
How the fuck is you a killer if you ain't kill the witness?
Already know I'm blowin' up you, just at back, a witness
Fuck around make me send my shortys on a mission
I lost my uncle Boochie and I'm still trippin'
I guess that be the reason why I'm still sippin'
You get killed for your chips **** now I'm dippin'
Long nose 45, Scottie Pippen
Alotta bodies on that bitch and we still drillin'
You a beginner, you a pretender, I'm a sinner
Mouse trap for a Master Splinter ass ****
We ride forgies out, these bad hoes adore me
Young ****, I lost my mind when I was a shorty
I just put some new bullets in an old forty
And if he holdin' on that work we a poke shorty
Like he was a backwood, we a smoke shorty
And hell nah, we ain't friendly, I don't know shorty
I got alotta shortys that a blow for me
So don't say what you don't mean if you ain't know nun'
This bitch keep on yellin' out smoke some
I told that bitch to bend it over, let me poke some
If the police snatch me up, I don't know nun'
And lock me in I'm bonding out, that ain't no money
You comedian ass ****, you think you so funny
So many carats in my chain, I attract bunnys
Flow like a bumble bee, I attract the hunnys
I rob the plug, now we got the trap house jumpin'
We beat down your door like Jehovah Witness
I drive an old-school like a senior citizen
I try to tell these fuck ****, they ain't wanna listen
Ain't gon' be satisfied until some body end up missin'
I'm YSN bitch, young street ****
How you leave your homie and you ain't got your heat with ya
If you ain't get no money, I don't wanna meet with ya
You ain't a real ****, I don't wanna eat with ya
I'm a cold-hearted ****, I might let that heat hit ya
My momma always told me, son don't let them streets get ya
Already too late, 'cus I'm a street ****
Turn your location on, we can meet ****
Ion rap beef, I leave it in the streets ****
And you don't clap heat, you just a wannabe ****
Written by: Anthony Beecham, Bill Hullett
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