Video Rotten Souls de Suicideboys 2024 Hip Hop Lyrics

Suicideboys - Rotten Souls Lyrics

They're here!
Uh, Lil fucking Uzi the Antichrist
Black $uede

Bitch, I got my Glock cocked
When you hear that knock, knock, knock
Death at the door, telling you: It's time to close shop!
So you drop to your knees, begging please to stop
But he's not, it's inevitable
Leave you dead on the floor
Bitch, I got that motherfuckin' dead president flow
More Benjamins, hoe
Yeah, I'll go to your show because attendance is low
(Excuse me, excuse me!)
Matter fact, fuck that
Bring a backpack full of crack wrapped in dynamite
Hand it out that Friday night
Sure enough, got you fans hooked
Only way you were going to blow up, motherfucker
I'm G*59 signed
Crime don't pay, but I will pay for the crime, uh
Got the Devil on my side
Yeah, we kick it all the time
I'm the one who told him that God was a bitch
Fuck him, let's ride
Grab that cross and flip it around
Drive into town like: Whats up? We down

Yung God!
I'm the one that nailed Jesus to the cross, you feel me?
I'm fucking Pontius Pilate
TRAP HOUSE $CRIM!

I'm pissin' on crosses in churches
Chrome to your dome, and I murk ya'
Twenty deep when we ride that excursion
I'm itchin' for death and I'm lurkin'
Life full of sin
Chalk on cement
Momma be begging: Don't do drugs again!
Murder something, hearse full of friends
Snatching up purses, and kicking doors in
187, gripping MAC-11
You wanna find out if all dogs go to heaven?
Gold on my chain, drugs in my brain
I'm slicing my wrist with the mental deranged
$Crimmy insane
Dope got me numb
West Bank sewers where I crawled out from
Smoke in my lungs, I'm about to blackout
Got a bottle full of Roofies that I'm about to pass out
Coke I be sniffing
Lean I be sipping
Trying to OD, 'cause that's always my mission
Drug-fueled demon
Got to stay stoned
Walk up in hell, like: Hey Honey, I'm home!