Suicidal (feat. Buddha)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Doors going up, this shit's suicidal Bread on up, this shit is so vital He act like a bitch, think he on a cycle I'm high as a bitch, I don't know what's the tI'me TI'me is money, my money is tI'me Not wasting no tI'me, cause I'm all on the grind Don't f*ck with you niggas, I put that on God He don't got no bands, that nigga a fraud Margiela coat with a Glock 19 in it Hit every shot cause the Glock got a Beam on it He keep renting them' cars, you know that aint yo V homie Pull up on God and you know we gon be on it He actin' a fool, you know I put the heat on em' She actin' too bold, you know I put the meat on her I got holes in my clothes and my hoodies got weed on them' Hoes in my phone, but I don't wanna feed on it Rick owen my toe, but I already split lean on it I just Shit on the floor, and then I throw a beat on it Mix the addy with perc and now I'm so hyper Pickin' these peppers, I'm not Peter Piper Fuckin' this bitch , but don't think I'm a wife her And my broddie gon' shoot cause no, he not a fighter Doors going up, this shit's suicidal Bread going up, this shit is so vital He act like a bitch, think he on a cycle If she don't love ko, then she really like hI'm Breakin' her back, I'm all in her spleen She going to sleep cause ko been so mean Feel like a yeat, I've been off of the lean My bitch is so bad when she rockin' that mink Happy birthday kozzy F*ck that ho, I'ma raw dog man He switched on the gang, what the f*ck he a trans We don't need that nigga, we all get bands Popping them' beans like I'm X-Men She screaming her man, her man, her man Everybody yo man, what the f*ck is you sayin' We don't f*ck with that nigga cause he be in lame She kept on her clothes, she gave me that brain Say you want smoke this new opp, dank Don't f*ck with you nigga, you only want fame Get to the chicken, but its f*ck rasin cane Push to the V till I motherfuckin' cant Don't need a key cause Im whipping that rang Shoot from the three, I got lI'mitless range(SWAAA) Got pack with a switch should've stayed in his lane (SWAAA) Get from round here, you ain't part of the gang How I'm your man and I don't know your name High ass a bitch, feel like I'm David Blaine Tired of this, we gon' break in his place I like what do it do, put the chop to his face It go do, do, do, do, okay, okay When I shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, they gon' do what I say But I won't hesitate cause I'm bustin yo brainnn Doors goin up This shit suicidal, getting this bread, you know this shit vital He act like a bitch, think he on that cycle I'm killin' this beat like my name is Michael She hittin my phone, say kozzy, I like you She wanna make movies, and hold a lil title Doors goin up they not suicidal Getting that bread, you know this shit vital She hittin my phone, say kozzy, I like you Enjoy your day yn"- Buddha Happy birthday ko" - Jamia