COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS Lyrics – $uicideboy$

[Intro: Scrim]
Lord have mercy (You did good, Slick)
(It’s a smash)
If a pu*sy want a—
Hold up
Ayy-ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: Scrim]
If a pu*sy want a problem, I can help but solve it
For fu*kboys I’m a headache, but for b!tches I’m a target
Extra chrome, retarded, should’ve been aborted

D!ck out like I’m Calvin, ’cause I piss on them regardless
Two-two Percs, I just started, four Percs feeling gorgeous
Five through nine, all for the gang and still ain’t feeling nauseous
Twenty Percs I’m talking, the demons ’round me barging
Only got an hour before I’m right back to withdrawing
Catch a opp out jogging and send ’em on a skywalk
Streets ain’t for everyone, that’s why they made the sidewalk
I-I don’t really like to speak, so I just let the ice talk
Sipping on generic sprite, but you know the pint Wock’
Bad b!tch with a tight tw*t on my wood like Pine-Sol
Riding on some Forgiato’s in a fu*king write-off
What the fu*k’s a night off? Haters having type-offs
Someone check these pussies and make sure they get they Midol
Who they said they with? Uh-uh, b!tch, we never heard of you
Think you got the Percs, but it’s Naproxen that I’m serving you
I-I-10 in a foreign coupe, probably screaming fu*k the blue
They asking what do we do and I’m like “Well, what didn’t we?”
Fu*k all that civility, psycho s*it is still in me
Demons steady tempting me, I’m ready Second Timothy
Three up like the trinity, anti-social tendencies
I-I can’t fu*k with hoes that be fu*king up my energy
Let me repeat, they ain’t seeing me
I been stepping on ’em, it’s the G in m
ot me twisting fingers, repping on ’em, keep a TEC up on ’em
Die for my respect at any moment, bet my life up on it

Now I’m flexing on all of my opponents
B!tch with daddy issues love to call me papa
Tatted 7.62, fell in love with choppers, Grey*59 the mafia, they some deal coppers
Should’ve went to church, but I’m with the pill poppers (Yo, what?)

[Bridge: Lyrical Dope]
Killer, killer, killer, killer, killer, killer

[Verse 2: Ruby Da Cherry]
It was always gonna be suicide the backup plan
Who the fu*k you think all these labels shadowbanned?
Oh wait, what he mean? Decade old industry, Taliban
Loose change at my feet, I’ll take the stage no backup band
Noose hangs in defeat and I’m still the same, can’t cap the brand
Desert Camo Jeep, just pick up smack from Pakistan
Lurking in the deep, big ol’ teeth, swim as fast as you can
Blacked out in Japan, snort a Xan’ mixed with Zataraings
Switched up, Jackie Chan, I’m the man across the land
You don’t understand, you don’t really get it
I’m busy stacking plans, b!tch, I do not check the reddit, uh
I don’t give a fu*k, tatted “Don’t care” on my knuckles
I was once a young buck always getting into trouble
Then I made my dream the point and I popped the thought bubble
Scared the neighbors once or twice, look at me seeing double
Yet they love to tell their friends, but try to act subtle
Now they get to know me, tell their kid to call me uncle
I’m just tatted up but humble, yeah
Platinum plaques, sold-out tours, just some things I juggle (I stay lowkey but y’all know me)
Russia was the only country I didn’t bring in any drügs to smuggle (Hahaha)
I-I-I’ma hustle ’til the dust’ll settle, been like that since Russell’s
Leaving bodies up in blood puddles, since I had stubble
Rami, Shake, Lovell, Germ, Chetta, yeah we always in a huddl
rey*59, we turned the fu*king underground to a bunch of rubble (Uh, what?)
Anybody got anything else to say? (Huh?)
I didn’t think so
Ruby da fu*king Cherry got a big heart, yeah, I always flex that muscle
Scrim so stoic, you might be lucky to get a fu*king chuckle (Ayy, ayy)
That’s my partner, that’s my cousin (Ayy, ayy), yeah, our family knows the struggle
Dug our graves together and we threw away the fu*king shovels