Fuck Boy Blood Bath

Sucka busta, fuck that bitch, riding with some mindless trick

On my P's and Q's, I refuse to be broke as shit

Sucka busta, fuck that bitch, riding with some mindless trick

On my P's and Q's, I refuse to be broke as shit

Sucka busta, fuck that bitch, riding with some mindless trick

On my P's and Q's, I refuse to be broke as shit

Sucka busta, fuck that bitch, riding with some mindless trick

On my P's and Q's, I refuse to be broke as shit

Sucka busta, fuck that bitch, riding with some mindless trick

On my P's and Q's, I refuse to be broke as shit

Sucka busta, fuck that bitch, riding with some mindless trick

On my P's and Q's, I refuse to be broke as shit






Shut the fuck up, bitch, talking shit

When the 6-10 splits, get off and take a left on St. Bernard

Drive a little bit—then it hits, "oh shit!"

You just drove down the road to Yung Plague's pit

With a pit in the yard

Feed you to my dog, then I yawn

Bury your bones 'till dawn

Mow the lawn to make it seem neat like a bed

Bitch, I'll sleep when I'm dead

Dreaming while they zipping up the body bag

From my fucking feet up to my head






Sucka busta, fuck that bitch, riding with some mindless trick

On my P's and Q's, I refuse to be broke as shit






Sucka busta, fuck that bitch

Ain't got no friends, they all turned snitch

Trust no one, they bound to switch

Trust no bitch, just give 'em dick

Dirty South pimp with the gold on my wrist

Empty the clip 'till the chamber go click

No faking, no flodgin', my record legit

I'm bankin' and dodgin' from Five-O, my clique

Cut Throat cut dope with the all black blade

Sniff coke, fuck hoes while I'm layin' in the shade

I live up in hell and I sleep in a grave

And if you can't tell, bitch, I'm fucking insane

Pop, pop, pop, pop! Make the bodies go drop

Bustin' these suckas and swervin' on cops

Almighty *59, ain't got time for no opps

Six-six-six, I'm so damn hot