Things I like listening to

$uicideboy$ - My Closet Is A Graveyard [Extended]

[VERSE I: Ruby da Archangel]

sold my soul to the GREY
became a household name
i claimed my grave and chained my name
i'm out the game
i don't play to win
i don't play at all and win by default
i climbed to the top just to see how far down i would fall
looked up at the heavens and thought it looked small
below me a valley a demons constantly scheming
i looked back down thinking "fuck all of yall"
i came into this world as an accident
blazing trails just to get a whiff of that blackened scent
pull up in the porsche if the benz got in an accident
fuck
ima have to get my car wrapped again
i'm back again 
back against the wall
tryna live it up before the curtain falls
white knuckle grip holding up my GREY cabal
any questions?
give one of my managers a call

[VERSE II: Lil Apache]
used to hide from the pigs now it's the IRS
wetto stil white trash 
fuck all the alphabets
ain't a damn thing changed but the change i got
all these chains came from pain and the blame i rock
just gimme the drop
gimme the spot
gimme the time
gimme the place
ringing the 9
bringing the mob
keeping the iron by my waist
off of the lines like a race
my decline gave me space to get my ind to redefine what the fuck i'm looking for today
so it's fuck an intro
fuck what you think you know
"scrim was better on dope"
fuck i heard that before
pulling crowds like the pope
heard your broke and it shows
i won't say no names though but he got a cameo
$UICIDE til the murder show
been getting head all around the globe
backstage hoes tell em tally-ho
maybe oddy though

G59Records.com

Sing Me a Lullaby, My Sweet Temptation

Genesis

GENESIS

[VERSE I: Northside Shorty]
it's that demented motherfucker
i'm kicking it with my brothers
repping the *59
you know GREY the fucking color
my gat screaming "kill 'em, wetto, hit 'em where they lay!"
smoking 'em like some indo
let the pistol up and spray
never could be fucked with
my dick they love to suck it
they calling me game 7 slick
i switch a bitch like subjects
pull up continental
make a hoe get sentimental
i got 18K in dental
balling with no fundamentals
michael jackson off a thriller dose
hold off on the killer dose
cooking up in a rental
"BAM!"
Emeril with the chemical
northside general
pull up in that benz
forgis turn it something cynical
anyway
think i'm bout to die by anyday
half high pass five
rolling up that mary jay
i might drop 30 like Curry with no NBA
hop out Eddie Murray with the stick and let it swing away
hot boy turn the block out
pimping out the crack house
macking up on these bitches
flew a hoe to fuck from krakow
my dick threw her back out
packed and flew her back out
been running and gunning and fucking
all while tripping in a black out
mane it's the killer
northside guerilla
mom and dad both friends and my ex a pill dealer
tell me who keep it realer?
there's no drug i ain't touched
Basquiat you face and i Banksy your face up
boy aim with your face up
they clowns with no make up
this me before warm ups
i ain't even laced up
fuck boy get your rank up
robbing and dealing and homicide
Spice 1 wetto from the ghetto
i was born to die
let 'em fry



[VERSE II: Southside Shorty]
ruby getting up in them gizzards
neck look like a blizzard
keeping an eye on these snakes in the grass so i move just like a lizard
backwood tastes vanilla
popping pain killers
grip the .45
i feel like the grey gorilla
chickenheads flocking
they think i'm a quesadilla
beating up the pussy i must be a lady killer
papa pine break your spine
rub her clit like it's a vibe
now she's asking what's my sign so i threw up the *59
i'm the lord of the 7th ward
pick the lock of heaven's door
feel no need to settle scores
leave pussies red and sore
never called her back she breaking down like metalcore
everybody steals my sauce like they fiending for peppercorn
check the score
GREY*59 5 and 0 in the 4th 
what a chore
rolled a blunt so big we'll have to light it with a torch
whip looks like it might've lost the second world war
ruby such an animal
7th ward dragon
when i breathe it's fucking flammable
keep my click tight and isolated like we cannibals
all these fucking chains
you would think i'm wearing mannacles
yea bitch tell what's happening
dick so big i'll turn her pussy to the grand canyon
all my haters pussy like i keep on smelling salmon
keep it old school
i might pull up with a cannon
yeah bitch tell me what it is
wake up with a smile picking out the right fit
oj in the morning like i stabbed a white bitch
every color in the fucking rainbow sucked my white dick

G59Records.com

Fucking Your Culture

FUCKING YOUR CULTURE

FREE DOWNLOAD: https://suicideboys.bandcamp.com
https://G59Records.com
G59Records@gmail.com

High Tide in the Snake's Nest

DIEMONDS

POLLUTED PARADISE

[LYRICS]
(CHETTA)
FILL UP MY CUP TO THE TIP ITS A MUST
IMA POUR ABOVE THE RIM TUPAC WITH THE TUSS
I COULD MIX A COMBINATION
LIL TECH LIL ACT
SHOW UP DEEP LIKE CONVERSATION
LET ME LIVE LET ME ACT
REAL TALK VISION VIVID
IVE DONE SEEN BODY BAGS
TOE FOR TOE WITH ANY VICTIM
IVE DONE SHOOK KILLAS HANDS
TALKING MONEY OVER GRAMS
WRAPPING BRICKS UP WITH SARAN
COUPLE HOMIES OFF THE TAN
AIR YOU OUT YOU A FAN
WELL ILL BE GODDAMN
BUT GOD DONT EXIST SO I GUESS ITS JUST DAMN
FROM A WHOLE NOTHER PLANET
HOPING OUT THE TRANS-AM
SMOKEY THE BANDIT
SWERVING IN MY SPACE SHIP
DIPPING IN MY STASH SHIT
THEY CANNOT RELATE SHIT
NEVER ON NO FAKE SHIT
LAMES WANNA JUMP SHIFT
STACK EM UP LIKE ROIDS BITCH


twitter.com/j_chetta
instagram.com/j_chetta

Polluted Paradise (feat. $uicideboy$) [Prod. $crim]

“Bounce"

(D. Simms, A. Lewis, E. Elliott, S. Wilkinson)

Issac Blaze Publishing (BMI)/ The Architect Publishing/Publishing Of The Dark (BMI)/Warp Music Limited (PRS)

 

Performed by Flatbush Zombies

Produced by Erick the Architect

Keys by Kevin Blackle

Drums by Ruben Gallego

Bass by David Kurutz

Guitar by Rob Suchecki

 

Mixed by Joel Gutman

Mastered by Bruce Templeton

Engineered by Erick Elliott / Joel Gutman

 

Contains a sample of “The Palm Of Your Wave” (S. Wilkinson) performed by Bibio.  Licensed courtesy of Warp Records Limited.  Published by Warp Music Limited (PRS).  Used by permission. All rights reserved.

 

© 2016 Glorious Dead Recordings. All rights reserved.

3001: A Laced Odyssey

Bounce

“This Is It”
(D. Simms, A. Lewis, E. Elliott)
Issac Blaze Publishing (BMI)/Music By The Architect Publishing/Publishing Of The Dark (BMI)/Warp Music Limited (PRS)

Performed by Flatbush Zombies
Produced by Erick the Architect
Additional Vocals by Anthony Flammia

Mixed by Joel Gutman
Mastered by Bruce Templeton 
Engineered by Erick Elliott / Joel Gutman

© 2016 Glorious Dead Recordings. All rights reserved


This Is It

$UICIDEBOY$ x GERM - UZI LOOGIES

YUNG BRATZ

Gangsta off the Suicide Squad Soundtrack available now! 

iTunes: http://smarturl.it/SuicideSquad
Apple Music: http://smarturl.it/SuicideSquadAM  
Spotify: http://smarturl.it/StreamSuicideSquad
Google Play: http://smarturl.it/SuicideSquadGP
Amazon: http://smarturl.it/SuicideSquadA

Follow Kehlani:
http://www.kehlanimusic.com
Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/Kehlanimusic
YouTube - https://www.youtube.com/user/kehlanimusic
Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/kehlani/

Suicide Squad: The Album

Gangsta

#hollowsesh

Collab CD comin soon.

teamsesh.com
thehollowsquad.com

Xavier Wulf & Bones - Did You Hear? Roads Are Closed (Prod. White Shinobi)

$UICIDEBOY$ & Pouya - RUNNIN' THRU THE 7TH WITH MY WOADIES (BASS BOOSTED)

https://G59Records.com

[VERSE I: GERM]
I just might ride with your bitch
Told her i loved her
Lying like shit
I'm still boolin' tho
Bleedin' concrete
Snortin' oxys
Feelin' god body like who gon stop me now?
Runnin' round while blowin' pound after pound
See me now?
Get hip
Get it now
I'm gone til november
Got into pickin' pockets kinda often
Big ass gas bag
Passenger side of the cadillac
Seat slightly sat back
On my side i got my baghdad
Hotel hoppin'
Bombin' back back
Dynamite in the gucci napsack
Ruckus in the church
Jesus meet this heathen he kinda hurt
Buzzin' im loud
Never stoppin' til they stick me in the dirt

[VERSE II: $LICK $LOTH]
Took a benzo
Wrote a manifesto
Yung hot boy straight from the ghetto
Yung $carecrow dyin' where the wind blows
Cut throat motherfucker robbin' when my ends low
$outh $ide $uicide
Wanna ride in the caddy like do or die
Formaldehyde leakin' drippin' down all my eyes
Terrified when you see me creepin' in the night
Ride like no limit in '96
Stunt like i'm wayne on the carter 6
Now i got money to get a fix
Now my old ex wanna be my bitch
This that motherfuckin' gospel
Kanye i'm a motherfuckin' monster
Cock back, put the barrel in your tonsil
$uicide, bitch, we the council

[VERSE III: YUNG $NOW]
Yung $now spent a fat check
Pull up cause i'm pickin' up a hoe in a black dress
Silk sheets on the mattress match the blood type o on the hatchet
Match the hunnid spokes when i whip it lookin' like the cadillac bent
Lookin' like a car accident
Spilled my guts and i spilled my cup
Lean on my liver i ain't sippin' it up
Hollow out a fuck boy skull so i can sip in peace my g
Don't follow me cause bad shit happens with germ and $lick
That makes three
Sad to see these casualties
They lack the seeds
No matchin' me
These bags of weed
Yeah, that's for free
We trash the scene no gasoline

DIRTIERNASTIERSUICIDE

$UICIDEBOY$ x GERM - HERE WE GO AGAIN

[VERSE I: CHARLES LEE RAY}

turn this bitch into virginia tech ay
got the chopper just to make 'em wet ay
dynamite around my vest ay
we them G59 terrorists ay
keep throwing threats
and i'll keep yawning
light my cigarette
you just keep on talking
watch where you tread
please watch where you walking
i'm from vietnam better known as new orleans
the smell of death is so, so familiar
i'm that silhouette
that all black figure
grave digger
grey killer
lil cut throat
drag 'em to the river
watch his fucking body float

[VERSE II: RAINDROP WALKA]

two empty pill bottles
i'm fucking ducking
i can't call my plug no more
oh no
but i'll probably say fuck it
oh how i love it
really it ain't for discussion
but the truth ain't that far from it
i keep on bugging
like fuck it ima say it
like fuck it ima fuck up
like fuck it ima "fuck up"
and it's fucked up
it's just my dumb luck
it's just my dumb luck
you'll never put me down more than i have
you'd have been down and it's more than i have
fake fucking smile with the knife in my back
fake fucking child bitch that's just how you act

KILL YOURSELF Part XIII: The Atlantis Saga

HARD TO TELL

[VERSE I: Papa Pine]

Ruby da fucking Cherry, bitch
yeah, I'm a dime a dozen
all of a sudden me and my cousin rich from pressing button
lost in the sauce
yeah, i need a fucking compass
digging out all these industry plants
their roots were covered in fungus
she asked if she could blow me
i said "bitch, I ain't no trumpet"
she then called me her husband
I said "No, bitch, we just fucking"
this ain't for discussion
mixed the Sprite up with some Tussion
fuck it
I bought steel-toed boots
it's time to kick the bucket

[VERSE II: Yung Scarecrow]

Pull up on a fuck boy
get down
off my meds right now
room full of bottles
I might drown
sedated
I'm going crazy
Devil riding with me
chops out
lurking from the gutter
demons is my brothers
blue pills up my nose
OP's in some foil
mouth dripping with oil
watch me fade to black behind the marijuana smoke
separate color greys
but we all come from the same cloak
screaming "bloody murder"
doing dirt with my kinfolk

DIEMONDS

$UICIDEBOY$

Recent comments

user397770055

Adrenkie ϟ

Mercedes Benz guy

Marina 🍄🧚🏼‍♀️✨

Related tracks