Bloody 98 (feat. Ghostmane) (Explicit) - $UICIDEBOY$/Ghostemane/Aristos Petrou/Scott Arceneaux Jr.

Lyrics by：Aristos Petrou/Scott Arceneaux Jr.

Composed by：Aristos Petrou/Scott Arceneaux Jr.

You did good $lick

It's a Smash

Killas off South Parkway South Memphis South-

Killas off South Parkway South Memphis Killas-

Players never die

Killas off South Parkway South Memphis South-

Killas off South Parkway South Memphis Killas-

Killas off South Parkway South Memphis South-

Killas off South Parkway South Memphis Killas-

Killer with that AK get this ************ bussin'

Tell a h*e to get the ****

If she ain't here to suck it

Creepin' on a come up

I got fam that need some funding

I'm ducking from drugging and sipping that tussin

And bloating up my stomach

I need The D the O the P the E

Riding clean the G the L E sixty-three

Oowee see chicken heads they fiend or me

Yung north S-I-D-E

W-E-T *****

Yeah ************ it's grey-grey-grey

Northside

Wetto in this ***** ************

Five nine

Verse two in the booth with a Glock loaded

Off so many meds am I coming or I'm going

**** an interview mane

I'm too raw to sugar coat it

See a dead man walking next election he'll be voting

Pimp on a track mix d**e with the crack

I might slide camo mask turn your hood to Iraq

Bury suckers **** a groupie

That's the truth I feel like Gucci

I got 99 problems and not one that you gon' shoot me

Nah nah nah that ain't it

That ain't it get him

**** **** ****

We got Anna ************

Let me know or keep your mouth shut

Slicky make a million every time I give that mouse touch

Slicky whip that wrist

And make a ************* ounce jump

Wetto make a ***** play hard to get

And get her mouth ******

Sick ************

No mind ************

That white trash high taxed dying ************

Tell the world eat my d**k I'm a prick ************

Life Hell tough **** I'm the bic ************

Fully loaded choppa

Knew this ***** who lived on Tchoupitoulas

***** seemed like an opportunist

Flocking just to jock my new ****

Stopped in Houston belly looking swollen

Better stop abusing wock and chewing fent

Yeah all my teeth are ******* rotten

Cruising down your block

And you know Blanco lighting blunts of herb

Carefully choose your words

Unless you'd rather bite the ******* curb

What's the word

Whatchu ******* heard

Blanco smite the herd

**** your ***** until her spine is curved

Blanco spiked your nerves uh

Oh ****

Blanco Blanco Blanco

Oh ****

******* on my d**k like a love bug

Tryna get the claws up in me

Like a ******* mud bug

***** I'm a smug thug

Calling up my young plug

Playing all that smoke is gonna make me get my lungs scrubbed

I need a breath of fresh air

Splash some water on my face

Looking back on my mistakes

Regretting them is such a waste

Keep it pimpin'

Move it forward like I'm running just to race yeah

Devil right behind me like I finished first place uh

Wow

Oh my god

What the ****

All of these haters keep pushing thinking that be me

All of my steeze

Spreading my wings

But I ain't taking anyone under them

Why can't I just glide in peace

Using these d**gs to release

******* these ******* for free

Flirting with death I keep promising things

When's he gonna know that I'm a tease

And I'm just tryna get a lil sleep

Capitalizing the G

F to the I to the V to the E

N to the I to the N to the E

To the F to the O to the R to the L

To the I to the F to the E

For my gang I will do anything

Anything

For my gang I will do everything

Everything

Creepin' out my ************ rut

Picking up all my guts and the blood

I let flood through the gutters

I'm ready to make a break out

And take out all of the things

I gotta put my scope on

Now I'm boutta put my red dot on and then snipe

Every one of them ******* that wanted to believe the hype

I'ma go psycho

And then I'll never take another look up in my sights

I'm put a green light on my $uicide

Let my wrist leak my fluids out

Never gonna be another realer

Than the black mage or the G* 59

Any other ************ is chillin' in the backstage or a sideline *****

Killas off South Parkway South Memphis South-

Yeah sliding in my '69 Camaro SS

Got my dime in my lap

Glock cocked in her breast

Got the 12's in the trunk

Turn it up and let it bump

Mossberg shotty pump rattle when the bass thump

Oh oh

I'ma let it go go

I'm the one ya never wanna turn your back on

All of them haters hatin' on me wannabe on what I'm on

Oh y'all want me to fall off

Oh that's too bad 'cause I won't

And I'm gonna be there

When every one of your souls gets dragged down to Hell

I don't need anymore money

I got too much that I cannot even spend

All y'all be thinkin' that y'all love a rapper

But y'all just be following the latest trend

I'm gettin' by with the bank

Don't got a vibe with a saint

I'm gonna paint

A pic of the blackest of mages

I'm makin' everybody question they're faith

G to the H to the O to the S

To the T to the E

M to the A to the N to the E

B to the L to the A to the C to the K

To the M to the A-G-E

Killas off South Parkway South Memphis South-

Killas off South Parkway South Memphis Killas-

Killas off South Parkway South Memphis South-

Killas off South Parkway South Memphis Killas-

Killas off South Parkway South Memphis South-

Killas off South Parkway South Memphis Killas-

Killas off South Parkway South Memphis South-

Killas off South Parkway South Memphis Killas-