Drugs/Hoes/Money/Etc. - $uicideboy$

Counting sheep until I’m sound asleep

I’m lounging deep in a grave I found without a sound or peep

I lay in the ground, six feet

Slick as sleet, sneakin' a beat

Let the breath leak out my mouth

Bitch, I want your skull, fuck what’s under your skirt

You broke my heart, and now I’ma, I’ma make you hurt

Stomp you on the curb, and then I’ll throw you in the dirt

Give you back to the Earth

Girl, you were something special, yeah, you were my fucking first

You wanna cuddle?

We can cuddle in the back of the fucking hearse

(We can cuddle in the back of the fucking hearse)

I don’t need your sympathy, make them bitches sing for me

Caught up in reality, smokin' on some fantasy

Put the gun against my head, pull the trigger, now I’m dead

Bitches wanna count my bread, only let them give me head

Sleeping in a tulip bed, smokin' green and seeing red

Loading up the clip with lead, trigger finger soft as thread

No jewels and no chains, I like it that way

Don’t know what I’m up to until that Glock in your face

I pop that bitch, and I spray

Got these hoes on delay

All it take is one word, they do whatever I say

(All it take is one word, they do whatever I say)