April Mourning - $uicideboy$

Blood dripping off my braids

Persuade 'em with the blade

Bitch, I call a spade a spade

There ain’t no need for throwing shade

You know I keep that contraband

$uicide in high demand

Keep a hand full of them xans, and a fully loaded mag'

Afterlife pimpin', got them rims on a casket

Bitches on my mattress, fuck 'em all backwards

Walking corpse, stalking courts

Show 'em no remorse

Corner store, sippin' fours

Fresh up off a tour, bitch

Tulip flower petals shower me in slow motion

While I’m blowing on some sour D

Fuck an idol, no one towers over me

Hopefully, openly talking 'bout all of my emotions

Ocean deep, sink into the bottom

Opening up all my fucking problems

Bitch, I promise I’ll become forgotten, rotten

Fucking spotted on the concrete

Six times three

If I was a key on the board, I’d probably be delete or escape

Either way, you’re pressing me, uh