Hurt

Wasup? Suicide

Suicideyear

Uhh! Sadboys

Shawty, I'ma do things that you ain't never did

Finna wake up next to you in my crib, 'cause

I'ma make you hurt

I'ma, I'ma make you hurt (Hurt!)

I'ma make you hurt

I'ma, I'ma make you hurt (Hurt!)

Shawty, I'ma do things that you ain't never did

Finna wake up next to you in my crib, 'cause

I'ma make you hurt

I'ma, I'ma make you hurt (Hurt!)

I'ma make you hurt

I'ma, I'ma make you hurt (Hurt!)

Sadboys, we on deck

Am I awake? I got to check

Went to sleep, then I came back

I'm the same guy smokin' loud pack

Iced-out, right back, PCP attack

Greedy pills hoes on my ball sack

They don't know how to act

High tech watch, high tech locked

Broken Skies, Fantastic Fox

Got keys, but I'll never find the lock

Emotional Boys we in the UFO

Skies pink when I'm on ecstasy

In Tokyo, playin' Mario

Sadboys blastin' your stereos

Suckin' on my nuts like pistachios

Mixin' champagne with carpaccio

Slangin' doe, ho, I'm in that Polo

Stacks of money, more for you

Milkshakes with the crushed up Oreos

I'm in Italy, Rodeo

Forgive me after my death, Caravaggio

Louis duffel bag filled with heroin

Louis goons who finna trip on LSD acid tabs, let 'em in

Louis duffel bag filled with heroin

Louis goons who finna trip on LSD acid tabs, let 'em in

I'ma make you hurt (Hurt!)

I'ma, I'ma make you hurt (Hurt!)

I'ma make you hurt (Hurt!)

I'ma, I'ma make you hurt (Hurt!)

Bitch, I light up the sky, call me Charmeleon

My life's on the line, I ain't Charmander, but I'm nearly on

Clearly on drugs that will make you hear clearly wrong

Longer than my yearly bong hit

Shawty, thinks she's got style, Leandoer dresses slicker

I'm so iced-out that it's winter, destroy my stupid liver

I be on that Bape shit, you rockin' Quicksilver

Never hesitate shit to pull the trigger

Luxurious, steak before my dinner

Throw Bombay down the river, yeah, you get that picture

Gold and silver 'round my finger

Shawty on that West Side, she a gold digger

Wake up, and I'm a winner

Showerin' in five star, ho, take a look in the mirror

I'm on my grind like all the time

Bitch, I'm Murakami, shawty suckin' on my pastrami

Get that salami

I'ma make you hurt (Hurt!)

I'ma make you hurt (Hurt!)

I'ma, I'ma make you hurt (Hurt!)

I'ma make you hurt (Hurt!)

Shawty, I'ma do things that you ain't never did

Finna wake up next to you in my crib, 'cause

I'ma make you hurt (Hurt!)

I'ma, I'ma make you hurt (Hurt!)

I'ma make you hurt

I'ma, I'ma make you hurt (Hurt!)

Shawty, I'ma do things that you ain't never did

Finna wake up next to you in my crib, 'cause

I'ma make you hurt

I'ma, I'ma make you hurt (Hurt!)

I'ma make you hurt (Hurt!)

I'ma, I'ma make you hurt (Hurt!)

Louis duffel bag filled with heroin

Louis Louis Louis duffel bag filled with heroin

Louis Louis Louis duffel bag filled with heroin

I'ma, I'ma, I'ma make you hurt

I'ma make you hurt

Sadboys!