Suicide Skwad

[Intro]

If it ain't money, where you at?

Then you won’t see me round

On my momma you ain't macin', put yo pinky down

[Verse 1]

I be round some aggressive steppers nd’ demons too

If you really value life then I suggest you to keep it cute

She get all in her feelings when i'm on DND, keep it a buck I don't even know what she see in me (Is you crazy?)

I got fifty in this 40. feelin' murderous

[?] fully tried to hit the gang, niggas murdered him

Guess big fully couldn't take it, nigga killed himself

It don't matter why he did it, nigga still in hell

Damn fully, I didn't know that it was that bad

Yo homie wouldn't slide for you anyway, nigga aHA

Nobody heard from lil fully, that nigga really sick

Do me a favor when niggas catch him, just kill him quick

[Chorus]

We ain’t hard to remember, its two nd’ five bars

Its the crips from the six, its suicide squad

If it ain't money, where you at?

Then you won’t see me round

On my momma you ain't mac'in, put your pinky down

We ain't hard to remember, its two nd’ five bars

Its the crips from the six, its suicide squad

If it ain't money, where you at?

Then you won't see me round

On my momma you ain't mac'in, put yo pinky down

[Verse 2]

I got killers with bad intentions in all black, if they see that we into it then its all bad

If its static slimy @, he don't hesitate

[?] get behind us, i'm actin' dumber than second grade

Momma told me I should charge them when they see me, it ain't hard it ain't easy in these parts to get greezy

Nigga hey, think that water girl will listen?

Buddy's song is wack but i'm sorry what happened to your mom and dad

[Bridge]

We ain't hard to remember, its two nd' five bars

Its the crips from the six, its suicide squad

[Verse 3]

Bitch your life is right in front of you, shootin' by

Is you a winner or a loser, only you decide

You ain't talk with yo demons, nd' see them face to face

Bitch I really got demons that niggas can't escape

You think its sweet till we spit it back nd' we let fly

I already told you bout men nd' black nd' the dead guy, he wandered to the west side nd' died a pretty grimy death

You can search shit on the news, it was a slimey mess

Don't get to thinkin' that you poppin' on a come up, if you ain't into the stew; get into it then you can come down

Was celebrating like you ain't make it, you ain't done nun

Even my momma know that her son addicted to gun sounds

[Outro]

(We ain't hard to remember, its two nd' five bars)

(Its the crips from the six, its suicide squad)

(If it ain't money, where you at?)

(Then you won't see me round)

(On my momma you ain't mac'in, put your pinky down)