*** Ups Lyrics by $UICIDEBOY$
Yeah, tell me what you know ’bout me
Young cracker with the all gold teeth
I would tell y’all how I really feel, but it would just get hit with the **** (Northside)
I was ten years old with the heat
Dead eyes, got cold from the grief
Call me Northside Wet Lil Yachty, the way I’ll die for the crete (Northside)
Where I’m from, yeah, the sun don’t rise in the east
I’m a hybrid of beasts
Been done it all, even got *** with a priest, too *** at the least
Just *** ’em, I ain’t got no time for the beef, Gen 5 intervene
Motherfuck police, I vibe with the fiends
Too live like a stream, *59 the regime
Yeah, aye, came up with them *** ups
Yeah, aye, so I can’t help but *** up
Yeah, aye, came up with them *** ups
Yeah, hold up, we tell ’em shut the *** up
Smoking ’em back to back, until I can’t feel no pain no more
Kicking they door from the back, making ’em lay it down on the floor
My tolerance *** on the ***, but I got no patience for a ho
Point me a tone right there to the dome, make that *** blow, blow, blow, blow, blow
Young S to the C to the A to the R to the E to the C to the R to the O to the W
Smoking that sack till my eyes roll back, system down, issues they can’t troubleshoot
Black mask, gold teeth, yelling, “Who dat?”
Wanted fame, so we put him on the news app
If you pull it out, boy, better shoot that
Turn a opp into merch, lemme SKU that
Broke the scale, we smoking on Dave Blunts
Sipping syrup till my face numb
Chewing fent, this that laced gum
Red beam here like a ray ***
Money in the walls like Nagin
Goddamn, call me BP the way I’m spilling that oil
Yeah, big stepper, I’m taking their souls like Dr. Scholls
Yeah, surgeon with the blade, so I stay on call
Up in New Orleans, put the 3 on my back, young wet Chris Paul
*** around and break my jaw before I ever go talk to the laws
Yeah, I’m just tryna’ dodge all my flaws, my whole life in camouflage
$uicide, I’ll take the charge, GREY*59 the entourage
Codeine colored cayenne, but I wrapped the Macan satin mauve
Praise the Lord with applause, the demons *** I left they cause
Out the fog, I’ma rawdog all this life ***
Swerve in a ‘Vette, yeah, I’m flirting with death so I don’t have to feel like life’s ***
Range Rover ’96, run me over type ***
6 years sober in October, no leftover crisis
It’s a young man’s dream to wanna die
Living life ***, while I was flicking off the sky
Born a rebel, now I’ll settle for a little peace and quiet
This life usually admired, but I’m tired of life not being private
Opps on my radar, I’ma pray for ’em
Lord, have mercy on their soul
For all my dogs, I’ma catch stray for ’em
Share the food out of my bowl
Still pack the tool, and it’s still loaded, I’m devoted to the GREY
Until the grave, rotten and bloated, sugarcoat all of my pain
A life so sweet I didn’t know it, so I smile with tooth decay
Don’t try to floss, you could get scraped, take, take no loss in any state
Yeah, I just came to swang and drag my tank across every lane
Scraping up the interstate, Tobasco sauce, I’m hittin’ stains
Yeah, aye, came up with them *** ups
Yeah, aye, so I can’t help but *** up
Yeah, aye, came up with them *** ups
Yeah, hold up, we tell ’em shut the *** up
I will always rep the 7th ward, collecting all seven rewards (Seven)
Seven warriors, seven dented swords
Unsheathe my blade and scream, “En guard! *59 captain on board”
Former *** coming at you live from the junkyard