Every Dog Has His Day Lyrics – $uicideboy$
***, I’m poppin’ sticks like I’m Nick Cannon, smash her like I’m Ganondorf
All my homies stuntin’, we all ballin’ like we manage sports
Fuckboi on my ***, wants a pic, go head and tag the dork
Miss me with that ***, yeah, I should’ve been a matador
Slap a ***, choke a ***, man, I think I broke her hip
*** her till she soaked in ***, I plan to make a note of it
Blanco always faded like a motherfuckin’ poke ‘n stick
Ready to snatch a soul, seal your fate up with a frozen kiss
I’m smokin’ bliss, turn a fuckboi into mist
Scratch a name off of my list and add another just for kicks
Open slit up on my wrist, yeah, I think they get the jist
Tighten up my ***’ fist
Blanco never ***’ miss
Spit out the drip
Don’t want crystals in my stomach, all these crystals on my ***
Align her chakras while we ***’, rearrangin’ all her plumbin’
All these suckas thinkin’ they stuntin’, but they really just lames
Spittin’ out flames, ***, I bang Grey
Five Nine till the day I die
My tear ducts all dried
I fear, I don’t know why, I feel so normal when I’m ***
All these voices in my head, I can’t tell which one is the lie
Always bring the storm, yeah, Blanco blackin’ out the sky
Give it how these haters want it, break a *** up on it
Yung Slick walkin’ coma as I smoke the ***
It’s Yung North, make the bass shake, tell a ***, “Wait”
Diamonds shine as I flip it, ship it, make the weight skate
I been wrist whippin’, flockin’ chickens when I slide pimpin’
Glock grippin’, pop a clip in, have your mind spinnin’
Spine bendin’, bloody linens in your mom kitchen
Crime ridden, hood I’m from ain’t got no prime lendin’
Slicky flame sizzle, rollin’ with a tank missile
Tell a *** to hit them knees and let me *** her brain tissue
I’m poppin’ 30s, seein’ blurry, still I can’t miss you
Pop the stick and blow the clip, *** everyone that came with you
Same issues, playin’ Russian roulette with revolvers
I go Gung Hao with that drum roll like I’m Travis Barker
“Last offer”, hear the devil talkin’ to me often
*** a coffin, when I die just burn me in a foreign
Wetto, Chris Walken, haunted like the deer hunter
You a larp with no heart, just tuck your *** under
You a fed, you a cop, you a real uncer
Scarface Wetto with that metal, let that steel rumble