Buckhead - $UICIDEBOY$ & Germ

You did good, $lick
(Ooh, ooh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Ayy)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Ayy)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Northside)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Northside)
Ayy

Rolling with them animals like Noah's Ark (Wah)
Bitch, I got the blade like I'm Joan of Arc (Yah)
Crazy with the chop when I'm off a bar (Ayy)
Spraying in the air hollering, "Kill 'em all" (Aah)
Slick baby off of that shit (Ah)
Devil from outta that pit (Ah)
Levels to this I been sick (Ah)
Fuck it up, up in the pit (Ayy, Northside)
I been popping pills and sipping drop (Sipping drop)
I spent 20 years up on that block (Up on that block)
Beatin' on my chest I feel like Kong (I feel like Kong)
Lemme talk my shit it's been too long (Ayy)
(Yeah, uh, urrgh)
Plugged in like a socket (Wah)
Up in space like a rocket (Yeah)
Glock tucked in my pocket (Ah)
Choppa here, it got bodies (Wah)
Bought that bitch a new body (Yeah)
Crib came with a lobby (Ayy)
Rappers know I'm their papi (Wah)
(Waah)
Sipping drank and rolling slow, my bitch powder her nose (Powder her nose)
Haters mad, they want me sad, but my net worth said no (No, no, no)
Mad 'cause they still broke (Uh)
Mad I kicked that dope (Dope)
Ten toes, Germ my folk (Folk)
It's your time, gang, go (Go, go, go)

First off I'm that nigga
Step in take my picture (Eee)
Grey Five Nine the army
Walking deadman, bitch, this thriller (Ayy)
I been ducked and ducking, puffin onions
Bitches stank, ain't munchin' nothing
I been around, still can't call it for nothing
These niggas still bluffing and these zooties I'm puffin'
Started off giving no fucks a lot (Hey)
Watch me hop in and out keeping it hot (Hot)
Rocks in the dial bussing Kodak bop (Bop)
Get higher than the moon and stars a lot (A lot)
Stones and the rubies they bussin' like fye
Crosshairs on my mind, can't seem to take me out
Hol' up, she on my line, gimme some time
I can't get away, no time to unwind
Hello?
Sliding, I'm in my own lane (Lane)
Sliding, in and out of dames
Sliding, never needed fame
Sliding, you ain't even paid (Sliding)
Still don't hold weight
Another homicide, another homie died
Another subject you couldn't relate to
I been out roaming long time, losing my mind
I think I just had me a breakthrough, hate you
Five nine, bring da business
Fifty-nine shots my ammunition (Yeah)
Five nine, we draped in linen
Five nine, might toss you some pennies (Yeah)

Never lookin' back (Yeah)
Do my best to cover my tracks (Yeah)
Feeding the monkey that's climbing my spine
And in return my itches always get scratched (Uh)
Never again have to wait in a line
But I wait for the lines to get formed out the sack (Oh)
Fucking a different bitch every night (Oh)
But I'd rather get fucked up and pass out
Platinum plaques (Oh), stadiums packed (Oh)
Stacking up racks (Oh), hoes on my lap (Oh)
Don't give a fuck I need to know where my stash at (Oh)
Losing my mind (Oh)
Wasting my time (Oh)
Ain't doing fine (Oh)
Hating my life (Oh)
Ah, fuck
Wear my heart on my sleeve but it ain't Balenciaga
Prolly FTP or G59 or something by Ariaga (Yeah, yeah)
Bought some Prada boots just to curb stomp me a pussy (Fuck you, pussy)
Why they always looking at me?
'Cause they see what they never could be (Ha, ha, ha, ha)
Oddy Nuff stay on alert
Yeah she pulling up her skirt, and then I skrrt
Avoid the swell, but still I fucking surf (Uh)