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yung sku33ze - wreck lyrics

[verse 1: yung sku33ze]
outside in an all black ride, tint rolled up when i’m high
said they all wanna live, but i just wanna die
motherf-cker, if you’re looking for me, find me in the night
i got a knife, don’t wanna fight
i wanna take your f-cking life, and end it right on sight
when i strike, if you bark, better bite
block hot, f-ck the cops, pop a six-shot glock
then i trot to the rocks, with me own blood clot
red-dot, bodies drop when i c-ck, then i spot
no tomb, no plot, throw ’em off of the yacht, undocked
with the slot of the skull hangin’ in the f-cking river, ho
sui-suicide, 666, -59, so cynical

[verse 2: yung sku33ze]
got a pound in the blunt, i’m loungin’
pour another round, i’m drownin’
climb to the top, i will jump off the mountain, ayy
swerve, swervin’ in a motherf-cking all-white crown vic’
blue light mounted, siren howlin’
stole it from a cop because he popped another brown kid, ayy
got the town lit up by the flame that i made from my grey serenade, make way for the plague
on the seventh day, grey bodies lay in they graves
still got the badge, still got the gun
still got the patch, still got the stun
still got the cash, b-tch, i burn it for fun
put the glock to my skull then i—
(gunshot)

[verse 3:yung sku33ze]
yuh, yuh, yuh, all on the suicide, k!ll yourself, ho
qsay you gettin’ money, but your numbers don’t show, you a liar
baseball bat fully wrapped in barbed wire
for anyone that’s tryna get by us (b-tch)
i been thinkin’ a lot, i see these rappers tryna get at my spot
robb told me you gotta get it how you live
told that b-tch, “you better get up out my biz”
pickle-breath–ss ho with a face like thizz (shut the f-ck up)
you don’t want no issue with
nose seen more blow than most nose seen a tissue
i got anxiety so i can’t really do an interview
don’t come close to me
i’m not the one to really do it how it’s ‘sposed to be
independent, tell the label to get over me
i’m over here with my peers gettin’ rich point blank
before i bring her to the crew make sure that b-tch don’t stink
ain’t no rules to the game, talk how you want
walk how you want, my job is the sh-t
i used to clean up sh-t from the rim of the toilet
now i’m gettin’ money, i don’t gotta pack a pistola
okay, maybe, cause jealousy make a man go crazy
money make a motherf-cker hate me
one hundred b-tches they all wanna date me

- yung sku33ze lyrics

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