Suicide Lyrics

[Verse:]
How u want it, In the abdomen or back
Cause enemies poke you from the front, Friends stab you in the back
The same niggas be tryin to collab you u on the track(What they do)
Then turn right around and try to crab you on the smack
Through the ups and downs I jus try to stay level headed
I hear a lot of bullshit but I never sweat it
Cause wen u ask about it, They gon say they never said it
They kno if it's beef I let the mac-11 dead it
And wen I spit you could dig it like a shovel said it
You could'nthear a hotter flow if the devil said it
I walk by em and wink, I don't feel t-pain cause I never had buy em a drink
Double shot of loso baby I am the drink
Tell em lay down on the couch baby I am a shreink(oh Yeah)
I bring ya lady home, But I got the 80 chromed
Niggas go Tom Cruise crazy for da Katie Holmes
Ma niggas livin and we fed, We don't look down unless she givin us sum head
I'm trippin bout bread, My push is the paper
I roll up like kush in the paper
I gotta be Kobe, You never see niggas like smush in the paper
Unless he got pushed in the paper
So my niggas be on sum bullshit, I call em the heat sweepers
They ride around with the street sweepers
They murk u at the grammys, But to kill you in the streets cheaper
Either way you 6 feet deeper
Loso a.k.a da 1 pump plaza suite creaper
King size, Double "g" gucci sheet sweeper
Da kid blow shots, Catch me and the kid robot
5 in the jersey, Cause the kid so hot
Similar to Jason, You point at the guard,
U must got an appointment with God
A meetin with Allah, Or maybe a hot date with satan
Niggas is food, I got hot plates for hatin
So wen they bring the name up, They gon say I came up
That shit alone be burnin these fuckin lames up
Come through in a Bentley, Just to turn the flames up
So you wanna take a shot, nigga bet da aim up(Aim up next time)
Loso top shelf, Nigga I'm da betta liquor
Ain't goin nowhere for a while, U could get a snicker
I fuck her quick, Get her quicker
Ma momma said keep ya tongue in ya mouth unless u a letter licker
I'm gettin money bitch, But I ain't a cheddar tricker
Got the texas toast meanin that my bread is thicker
As a youngin I was too cool to sweat a whore
Now I'm fuckin pretty bitches with dem good credit scores
Nigga with mental loss can't forget I ben a boss
Tryin me is like bungee jumpin with dental floss
It's a suicide