$UICIDEBOY$ – NEW PROFILE PIC Lyrics
Song- NEW PROFILE PIC
Artist- $uicideboy$
Release Date- April 16, 2021
$UICIDEBOY$ – NEW PROFILE PIC (Lyric Video):
NEW PROFILE PIC Lyrics:
Still got the badge, still got the gun
Still got the patch, still got the stun
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun
Put the Glock to my skull then I—
$uicide, $ui—
Still got the badge, still got the gun
Still got the patch, still got the stun
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun
Put the Glock to my skull then I—
Glock to my skull then I—
Glock to my skull then I—
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun (Ayy, ayy)
Put the Glock to my skull then I—
Watch me pull up in a H1 with my day-ones
Now’s the time to say somethin’ if you wanna say somethin’
Swinging on ’em, make their face lumped, take ’em to the lakefront
And roll ’bout eight blunts, now my face numb from the Grey bumps
White lines like we in a shake junt
Fake frontin’-ass pussy boy, run
Your mama made change, didn’t know she also made chumps
Make your bitch wet, in fact, here the rain come
Stain somethin’, all day, Plague stuntin’ (Yeah)
Ain’t frontin’, bitch, I’m in the back puffin’
Me and my cousin fucking buzzin’, got the razor blades tucked in (Uh)
Airin’ out the fuckin’ room like Glade’s plug-ins
Still got the badge, still got the gun
Still got the patch, still got the stun
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun
Put the Glock to my skull then I—
Glock to my skull then I—
Glock to my skull then I—
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put the Glock to my skull then I—
Represent that East 59, it’s a Grey thing
Creepin’ round your motherfucking block with no plates, mane
Make your motherfucking front yard to a gun range
Blocka, blocka with the choppa, turn your name to a stain
Big dog, no heart, we ain’t built the same, nah
Big gars, Xan’ bars fucking up my brain, yeah
Fentanyl, lotta barre, flowing through my veins, ayy
Adderall, speedballs, I might go insane, fuck
Yeah, whole lotta drugs, life closed to done
Demons climbin’ on my walls in my bedroom
I got tendencies of suicidal ideation
Menace to society when I ain’t medicated
Still got the badge, still got the gun
Still got the patch, still got the stun
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun
Put the Glock to my skull then I—
Glock to my skull then I—