Released: March 3, 2015
Songwriter: Aristos Petrou Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Producer: Budd Dwyer
[Verse 1: YUNG MUTT]
Starin' at the water, looking like a bunch of satin
Look into my eyes, and all you see is motherfucking static
Toe tagging, bitch
I'm bagging up the dope, no ratting to the po'
Actin' like you shy, readin' the Latin quote across my fucking throat
Hoes go, "Oh no, heard this motherfucker likes to give burials
And I don't know if I want to go with him, he invited me into his home"
Gave her the number to my phone
Told her dial-up 666 if she need to get a hold of me
And hopefully, she'll give me a call when she is home and free and lonely
Phone rang twice, but I missed both calls
I was hanging in the hall, toll-free
[Bridge: $UICIDE CHRIST]
Hello?
[Verse 2: $UICIDE CHRIST]
Got a pocket fulla' stones, watchin' Game of Thrones
Bitches on the phone, tellin' me she home alone (Lone)
Motherfuck a future, countin' down 'till I die (Die)
Days roll by, I just wanna get high (High)
Never-ever sober, need drugs for my composure
Lookin' like I'm dyin', laying back on the sofa
Six feet deep (Deep)
Three gold teeth (Teeth)
Zero fucking hopes for this young tragedy (-dy)
Days of our lives (Lives)
Watch 'em roll by (By)
Whole fucking family got bloodshot eyes (Eyes)
Scripts in the kitchen right next to the dishes (Dishes)
Finger fuckin' bitches listening to No Limit (Limit)
Westbank Soulja, straight up out the NOLA
When it come to this shit, ain't a motherfucker colder
Starin' at the water, looking like a bunch of satin
Look into my eyes, and all you see is motherfucking static
Toe tagging, bitch
I'm bagging up the dope, no ratting to the po'
Actin' like you shy, readin' the Latin quote across my fucking throat
Hoes go, "Oh no, heard this motherfucker likes to give burials
And I don't know if I want to go with him, he invited me into his home"
Gave her the number to my phone
Told her dial-up 666 if she need to get a hold of me
And hopefully, she'll give me a call when she is home and free and lonely
Phone rang twice, but I missed both calls
I was hanging in the hall, toll-free
[Bridge: $UICIDE CHRIST]
Hello?
[Verse 2: $UICIDE CHRIST]
Got a pocket fulla' stones, watchin' Game of Thrones
Bitches on the phone, tellin' me she home alone (Lone)
Motherfuck a future, countin' down 'till I die (Die)
Days roll by, I just wanna get high (High)
Never-ever sober, need drugs for my composure
Lookin' like I'm dyin', laying back on the sofa
Six feet deep (Deep)
Three gold teeth (Teeth)
Zero fucking hopes for this young tragedy (-dy)
Days of our lives (Lives)
Watch 'em roll by (By)
Whole fucking family got bloodshot eyes (Eyes)
Scripts in the kitchen right next to the dishes (Dishes)
Finger fuckin' bitches listening to No Limit (Limit)
Westbank Soulja, straight up out the NOLA
When it come to this shit, ain't a motherfucker colder
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