Fake Pontchartrain - $uicideboy$

Red tears run down my scattered face

Six blunts rolled, laced

Holdin' the pace with fate

Hand on the wheel, with my foot on the clutch

Made a deal with the devil just to get my dick sucked

By six different bitches—watch 'em switch up

Triple six lynches, tie the rope up

Abusin' narcotics because my life is chaotic

Don’t even get no fucking pleasure, whether or not, it’s erotic

Into my grave, I left my conscience there between the pistol

And the blade that I had used to end my fucking fate again

I swear

Hades born and raised, I’m chokin' in the smoky blaze

I’m drownin' in the local lake, I make 'em frozen how I flake

Draped in purple velvet cloaks

Ruby stones up in my crown, the Earth will be my fucking throne

Ruby drowned and Pluto was found

Three-headed dog locked up in the pound

But I let them out every once in a while

Gimmie what you got, and I’ll put it in a pile

Burn it up, then I smile

Starvin', all I got is stomach bile, number dialed

Nile flooded, puttin' out the fucking fire

Life been getting a little longer

Still keeping money in my bag, I’ll loan ya

These niggas lying, girl, they all baloney

Most fake and the rest corny

Call up shorty, kill a nigga for me, yeah

I used her for this bait, get to 4 deep

They’ll be wonderin' who’s recording

Cause I made it look super sporty

Kill for sport and pop a 40

I don’t say shit, cause they know me

I call your bitch, 'cause she wanted to blow me

Got the money, yeah nigga show me

Got the strap and the sawed on me

Got this cash, and it’s all on me

If you beefin' nigga, I gotta 40

Then pop pop then you all gone, yeah

Then you all gone, yeah

Call my phone, yeah

$uicide

Thraxxhouse