Текст песни SUicideboys and Getter - Champion Of Death
Chump change boy, now you gotta hate, boy
Pull up with the motherfucking AK, boy
Pull up like it's motherfucking game day boy
Shoot 'em with the pistol, shoot 'em point-blank boy
Chump change boy, now you gotta hate boy
Pull up with the motherfucking AK, boy
Pull up like it's motherfucking game day, boy
Shoot 'em with the pistol, shoot 'em point-blank, boy
Chump change boy, now you gotta hate, boy
Pull up with the motherfucking AK, boy
Pull up like it's motherfucking game day, boy
Shoot 'em with the pistol, shoot 'em point-blank, boy
Brought the poison
You can bet your life on it
Teeth got the ice on it
Wrist still got the slice on me
The walking stigma and Poltergeist
Still feeling stuck every single night
Don't give a fuck if I live or die
Surprised at this point that I have survived
Pull up with a motherfucking AK, tucked bitch boy, good luck
Yung plague, got the blade, hit the slay then we spray
With the .44 5 bitch, it's gray 59, let the devil goin' ride
Ain't nothing but a pussy if you goin' throw shade
Fuckboy I'm hungry and you looking like steak
Trigger finger itching and you looking like fake
Trash done passed and you looking like waste
Chump change boy, now you gotta hate, boy
Pull up with the motherfucking AK, boy
Pull up like it's motherfucking game day, boy
Shoot 'em with the pistol, shoot 'em point-blank, boy
Chump change boy, now you gotta hate, boy
Pull up with the motherfucking AK, boy
Pull up like it's motherfucking game day, boy
Shoot 'em with the pistol, shoot 'em point-blank, boy
Tonight we guaranteeing graves
Tonight's the night we ride
Tomorrow will never come here
Tonight's the night we die
Yesterday, I met my death I think it's been a long time
Stuck in limbo with my kin folk, give my life to suicide
Yung plague with the masked face
Bones will never break because I rape the souls of those who chose the wicked road
I'm haunting the afraid
No name on the grave, just gray stains
Spray-painted "slave to the great gray grave"
Lend me the help or send me to hell, either way I know I'll die
The G, the 5, the 9, it's $UICIDE
Chump change boy, now you gotta hate, boy
Pull up with the motherfucking AK, boy
Pull up like it's motherfucking game day, boy
Shoot 'em with the pistol, shoot 'em point-blank, boy
