Lyrics Stevie Stone

Stevie Stone

Suicidal

Call to flip a double up

My lil' niggas run amok

I pull up to the club, let the Chevy idle

Middle finger to the law I'm feeling suicidal

Yeah, suicidal

Yeah, suicidal

I'll fuck a nigga up I'm feeling suicidal

I just don't give a fuck I think I'm suicidal

I've been up for 40 days

All my niggas strapped, I'm talking 40 Ks

All my niggas strapped 140 ways

Got money on my head, but can't afford to pay

I tell 'em "meet me at the Double Tree"

She bust that pussy open right in front of me

I tell her "throw it back. Girl, don't you run from me"

I'm suicidal, what the fuck you bitches want from me?

All across the board nigga

Said "You ain't never been shit without your boys, nigga"

Shark waters deep, I heard you been swimming with them kois, nigga

Keep talking slick I have you swimming up to shore, nigga

Now let me show you what a 'loc is

I don't know what broke is

Show up, show out, way before show biz

Wavy, feelin' like the back door to that Rolls is

Suicidal

That Phantom screwed me good, my Nig'

Hold up, let me try and find a fuck to give

Can't find it

Fully loaded semi-

No shows in that UK 'til I'm selling out that whip

He's shootin' nines and I'm shootin' mine

And this motherfucker hit me

No joke me, Imma go broke before these record label pimp me

Midwest, to that West Coast I'm the realist nigga rappin'

See me, Nigga greet me

Holla out, what's happening? where we?

Roll call, told 'em "Meet me at the back door"

Line 'em up, load 'em up, klick clack Joe

On some bullshit, hope I make it back yo

It's go time, what you think I got these straps fo'?

I'm having suicidal thoughts, nigga

Walk in the bank, whip out a mask and take it all, nigga

Cut through the station tryna blow up all the cars, nigga

Find me up in the Ocean swimming with some sharks, nigga

Keep it real, think I'm bi-polar

Can hear the loud yelling "Paranoia"

I keep the chevy on auto as I'm aimin' for your vitals and I'm clutchin' on my bottle of rum