Bags - $uicideboy$

Iced, iced, iced out, lights out

Bitch, I be that Frozen Shogun

Chosen 'cause I overthrow 'em, told 'em that «I'm ocean flowing»

Sliced up, night scout, coming to bring up that Christ doubt

Fuck a slogan, bitch, you broken by a fucking golden omen

Bitch, I be that lowkey Prince Mononoke, hoe please

Bury me but keep my fucking trophies

Hit the ground with both knees

Slice my belly open

I’m a skeleton with gold teeth, no sleep

Eyes wide open, 'til I’m blinded by the rising sun

And when it fucking sets, I won’t be waiting on no motherfucking rising son

Fuck your God, I’ll burn him on the cross

Burning Buddha until my eyes are crossed

Money by the fucking bag

Chronic by the fucking bag

Bodies by the fucking bag

Burn it all, it’s all I have

Money by the fucking bag

Chronic by the fucking bag

Bodies by the fucking bag

Burn it all—

I be popping some Mercedes Xans

Carry my bitches in body bags

$uicideboy with a *59 rag

Cock it back once, and the semi goes (rrah!)

Cock it back twice, and the semi goes (rrah!)

Point I’m tryna make is the semi won’t jam

Got a couple bitches that I call just to get head

One of them prolly your girl

Tell her to suck it, no fucking

I nut on her bucket, then send her right back in your world

Depressed be the set

The grave be my hood

Misunderstood, but fuck it I’m cool

Crawling through my city, riding real slow

It’s that Yung Miyazaki

Bitch, I’m feasting on a ho

Got a tag up on my toe

With some gold around my throat

Dreaming Hiroshima, Nagasaki

Bitch, I got to go

I said, bitch, I gotta go

I said, I said, bitch, I gotta—