Carrollton lyrics

[Intro: Juicy J]

Play me some of that $uicide pimpin', man

[Verse 1: LIL CUT THROAT]

You motherfuckers pitiful, I'm too sick of you

I'm a walking visual, you boys refillable

Unforgivable, once you cross me, hoe

Now you a motherfucking stain to Lil Cut Throat (pop!)

Let the guns bang

Nuts hang, drug game ain't the same

"$avage" tatted on my face

Grey ape

Blazing while we hotbox

Fuck a badge, fuck a cop, even if the K hot

Watch me bust on any block

Northside knotty

Scope on the shotty, semi blow ya' body

Tony gripping on the Tommy, bitch

I bite the head off a bat like I'm Ozzy

You got a problem motherfucker? Come and try me

I'm nothing like what you punk boys wanna embody

Norf, Norf, East Side *59

Tony gripping Tommy

Fuck around end up get your body, autopsy

I be that walking zombie, bath salts

Eating bodies

Three choppa's and a shotty shooting everybody

Cigarette wet, bumpin' Boosie Badazz

On them drugs, jiggin’

Jaws locked—clinching

Trigger finger itching if you think I’m kidding

Smoke leaking from the sticky that we smoking, boy

Fuck a Backwood, Swisher's what I use, boy

Smoke what I choose, do what I wanna do

Motherfuck you and (Ruby—) your punk friends too

[Verse 2: RUBY DA CHERRY]

Ruby blunt lit, lungs itch, bitch, I like the sting

Smoking potent thinking I'm the chosen one, bitch, I'm a king

I can hear my dead homies sing

Now my eyes always hurtin', wiping tears with diamond rings, yeah, aye

Hol' up fuckboy, who the fuck said we cool?

Man, I quit smoking with hypebeasts back in 2002

What it do? Motherfucker, I'm a fool

Ruby da Cherry is cooling with goblins

If you got a problem, then you better move

From the womb to the tomb

Busting out early, busting out soon

Blackout the city, I'm back on them 30s

In 'bout twenty minutes we'll be on the moon, uh

Drugs got me fucked up, sluts got me drugged up, fuck

Slam my face against a pill to crush it up

Government ID helps me get high

Seeing stars in the mirror like I'm looking with a bright beam

Lime green paint but the rims looking Spike Lee

Mighty sloppy, might be cocky, am I in the right scene?

Highly unlikely, and I'm willing to fucking bet

Leave a pussy wet then I leave a pussy wet

I'm a fucking vet, I'm a motherfucking threat

G*59 the set, G*59 will make you sweat

"I don’t give a fuck" is my fucking epithet

Lace up my Nike Decades, meet me at Heaven's Gate

7th Ward by the lake 'till my death

[Outro]

"You'll come off of your drunken stupor from Bourbon Street, Saturday night—get up in time to go to mass on Sunday

Morning, and you tell God you're sorry for your drunkenness, only to go back out tonight and get wasted again."

• Artist:$uicideboy$
• Album:I Want To Die in New Orleans