Realism VS Idealism - $UICIDEBOY$

Caught them trizzicks slippin' (How you gonna fuckin' act?)
You did good $lick
It's a smash
Caught them trizzicks slippin', buck them buster—
(How you gonna fuckin' act?)
Caught them trizzicks slippin', caught them trizzicks slippin'
Caught them trizzicks, caught them trizzicks slippin'
Buck them buster bitches dead
Players never, players never, play-play-players never die

Give her antihistamines, pistol green like it's a buck
Trigger squeezin' like I'm fiendin' for a reason to give up
For a reason to give up, fo-for a reason to give up (Yeah)
Trigger squeezin' like I'm fiendin' for a reason to give up (Yeah)

Yeah, they call me Yung Mutt, in the cut, smelling like some indica
All these hoes keep splitting cuffs, spilling guts, no ands, ifs, or buts
If her butt was any fatter, I'd be fucked and quickly bust
Splatter kids all on her mug like she's allergic to my nut
Give her antihistamine, pistol green like it's a buck
Trigger squeezin' like I'm fiendin' for a reason to give up
Be-Bend ya knees, begging please, like I could really give a fuck
Uzi tucked against my spleen, I'll make you bleed until you rust
Yeah, for the static, I'm an addict
Back at it, like a chiropractic crack habit
If I want it, I'ma have it, knock you off this fucking planet
Send your corpse up to the stars, replace 'em all with fucking maggots
Yeah, pants saggin', red flaggin'
I'ma get the bag, whether it's paper or it's plastic
All these fuckboys I be slappin', ain't got time for all your cappin'
I'ma conjure up my demons, whisper all their names in Latin

Billy bob a Halle Berry, Wetto Makaveli
Billy bob a Halle Berry, Wetto Makaveli
Billy bob a Halle Berry, Wetto Makaveli
Wetto Makaveli, W-W-Wetto Makaveli

Yung Wetto, it's Yung North, mane, whippin' in a Ford thang
Grippin' on the hammer, Indiana Slicky Fort Wayne
Pot filled with white dust, house color white nut
Looking for the chewin', Patrick Ewing out a white slut
Cup dirty, Glock 30, murk a mothafucka' quick
Eastern bloc, sticker shock, custom how I rock a Benz
Five percent on the tint, lookin' like The Babadook
Fuck a fight, I'd rather shoot, my youngins holla "Hootie-hoo"
I yell amen, hollow tips rain in
*59 gorilla, I'm too real for them to cage in
Southern Cajun, suckers bite the pavement
Told that hoe to hit my agent, talkin' bout engagements
Fuck a blame shift, I'm that motherfucker, boy
Creeping through the night, turbos breathin' like they paranoid
Billy bob a Halle Berry, Wetto Makaveli
Northside, burn 'em at the stake while singing Bloody Mary

Give her antihistamines, pistol green like it's a buck
Trigger squeezin' like I'm fiendin' for a reason to give up
For a reason to give up, fo-for a reason to give up
Trigger squeezin' like I'm fiendin' for a reason to give up
B-b-billy bob a Halle Berry, Wetto Makaveli
Billy bob a Halle Berry, Wetto Makaveli
Billy bob a Halle Berry, Wetto Makaveli
Wetto Makaveli, W-W-Wetto Makaveli