Chain Breaker Lyrics – $uicideboy$

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[Intro: Ruby da Cherry]
No one out there can fu*k wit’
B!tches always tripping ’bout a real one (You did good, $lick)
(It’s a Smash) Bi-bi-bi-bi
B!tches always tripping ’bout a real one
Ayy, ayy, ayy (Where y’at, duckboy?)
Bi-bi-bi-bi

[Verse 1: Ruby da Cherry]
It’s that motherfu*ker, still ain’t got his s*it together
Nothing better than suffering for forever ’bout the same s*it
Different day, different type of way to play, yeah
Maybe save the day instead of being victimized, you’ll drive yourself insane
Ain’t a claim, it’s a fact, ’round my way, we just attack (Ayy)
Found my vein and just collapsed, crack coc*ine, I can’t relax (Aah)
I relapse, I bounce back, one half ounce, I doubt that
Goth traphouse, I’m count Drac’
Flew back to Laos for that sack of brown sugar
Rapped about it, yeah, I’m ’bout that (Ooh)
Ain’t never been no pop star, you can keep that Mickey Mouse hat
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah
Pull any flag that ain’t got the skull and I promise you, I’ll douse that
Gasoline supreme pouring out like a stream
I got sick of chasing dreams ’til I ran out of steam
Push my luck, push my buttons, yeah, it’s turned to a theme
7th Ward Lord, long sword pulled out the sheath

[Verse 2: $crim]
Young broken ball shawty, all this ice up on my wrist (Brr)
Pull up, hit a stain, drop it like a tide stick (Grr)
Ducked out and slurring, I’m in this b!tch like Biden
Poseidon with these waves, had to tatt the trident (Okay, let’s go)
Redrum, redrum, kill like I’m dyslexic (Grr)
Most days, I wanna kill myself, some days I feel like flexing (Ah-ah)
I just upped my meds, but it look like I’m progressing
Bowling ball Caddy causing wrecks at intersections (Baow, baow, baow)
Charizard Lambo, presi’ on soprano (Brr)

With a artsy b!tch snorting pills off a Van Gogh
Turn me up like Sambo (Turn me up), clothes smell like some ammo (What?)
Whole gang crash out, if you want then wazzam ho (Rrr-rrah)
Did more for more mother fu*kers than they did for themselves (North)
Courtside menace, talking s*it with the pels (Side)
Them boys ain’t on s*it unless they s*it on themselves (Haha)
Grey 59, the rest, I’m giving ’em hell

[Outro]
B!tches always tripping ’bout a real one
Bi-bi-bi-bi
B!tches always tripping ’bout a real one
Bi-bi-bi-bi
B!tches always tripping ’bout a real one
B!tches always tripping ’bout a real one