SUICIDEBOYS – Bring Out Your Dead Lyrics

Bring Out Your Dead Lyrics by SUICIDEBOYS.

[Intro]
You a, You a, bad, bad– “other way kids!”
They be acting for a fucking bitch “ay, ay, ay”
I’m ’bout to shoot this bitch

[Verse 1 – RUBY DA CHERRY]
Bitch, I smoked crack, now I count fucking racks
(?) in the powder bags
Back on my b——t, white bands, scoof it
Three in the back (?) your b—h tushy
Mutt hit the blunt like a bump
Slick in the cut with the cut, no, we never gave a f–k
In my counts, suck it up, b—h I’m f—-d
Lead the brain, I got tar in the lungs
Dreads full of stank, (?) cough up his lungs
Nothing to gain, I got nothing but bad f—–g luck
Lean the seat back as I’m swerving, I crash
Yeah, this blunt mixed with glass, as my dreams turn to black
I’m ash
Put ’em in the back, no strap in the backpack
Just a bunch of trash
Told Zac, “If we ever fell off with G*59 or FTP
Let you be terror (?) boy let me see”

[Hook/Chorus]
B—h, you a bad hoe
B—h, you a bad hoe
They be acting for a f—–g b—h
I’m ’bout to shoot this b—h
B—h, you a bad hoe
B—h, you a bad hoe
They be acting for a f—–g b—h
I’m ’bout to shoot this b—h

[Verse 2 – SLICK SLOTH]
This for any p—y boy wanna act up “ac’ up”
Fight self-debt with no guts “no guts”
Voice in my head say, “Ya ain’t kill yourself!”
So, so, so I wrote a note
Hop out, Torkoal
Told homie make a circle
F–k you when the (?)
These Xanax anxiety on panic
F–k, f–k, f–k! I got to go!
I got a sixty pack waiting at home
Feel like a zombie; I’m all alone
Everyone clones, please tell your b—h to stop hitting my phone

[Refrain – SLICK SLOTH]
(?)
Let’s get it, get that hoe
M———–g gang “gang!”
I don’t damn care, aye
So am I right?

[Outro]
B—h, you a bad hoe
B—h, you a bad hoe
They be acting for a f—–g b—h
I’m ’bout to shoot this b—h
B—h, you a bad hoe
B—h, you a bad hoe
They be acting for a f—–g b—h
I’m ’bout to shoot this b—h
Triple Six