$UICIDEBOY$ - What The Fuck Is Happening

What The Fuck Is Happening
What The Fuck Is Happening

[Lyrical Sample]
Glock to my fuckin’ back, a pill smacked to my head
I catch another, clutchin’ on the smoke from the marijuana
Glock to my fuckin’ back, a pill smacked to my head
I catch another, clutchin’ on the smoke from the marijuana
Glock to my fuckin’ back, a pill smacked to my head
I catch another, clutchin’ on the smoke from the marijuana
Glock to my fuckin’ back, a pill smacked to my head
I catch another, clutchin’ on the smoke from the marijuana (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Verse 1: Papa Pine]
Ruby da fucking Cherry, bitch
Yeah, I’m a dime a dozen (Yeah)
All of a sudden me and my cousin
Rich from pressing buttons (Beep)
Lost in the sauce
Yeah, I need a fuckin’ compass
Diggin’ out all these industry plants
Their roots were covered in fungus
She asked if she could blow me
I said, “Bitch, I ain’t no trumpet” (Blah)
She then called me her husband
I said, “No, bitch, we just fuckin'” (Nah, nah, nah, nah)
This ain’t for discussion (Nope)
Mixed the Sprite up with some ‘Tussin (Yeah)
Fuck it, I bought steel-toed boots
It’s time to kick the bucket (Yeah)

 

[Lyrical Sample]
Glock to my fuckin’ back, a pill smacked to my head
I catch another, clutchin’ on the smoke from the marijuana
Glock to my fuckin’ back, a pill smacked to my head
I catch another, clutchin’ on the smoke from the marijuana
Glock to my fuckin’ back, a pill smacked to my head
I catch another, clutchin’ on the smoke from the marijuana
Glock to my fuckin’ back, a pill smacked to my head
I catch another, clutchin’ on the smoke from the— (Yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh)

[Verse 2: Yung Scarecrow]
Pull up on a fuck-boy, get down
Off my meds right now
Room full of bottles, I might drown
Sedated, I’m going crazy
Devil ridin’ with me, chops out
Lurking from the gutter (Go)
Demons is my brothers (Brothers) (Yeah)
Blue pills up my nose (Yeah) (Go, go)
OP’s in some foil (Yeah)
Mouth drippin’ with oil (Yeah)
Watch me fade to black behind the marijuana smoke
Separate color clothes but we all cut from the same cloak
Screaming, “Bloody murder,” doing dirt with my kinfolk, ayy

[Outro]
Glock to my fuckin’ back, a pill smacked to my head
I Glock, not to Glock, not to smack from the back
Glock to my fuckin’ back, a pill smacked to my head
I catch another, clutchin’ on the smoke from the marijuana
Glock to my fuckin’ back, a pill smacked to my head
I catch another, clutchin’ on the smoke from the marijuana
Glock to my fuckin’ back, a pill smacked to my head
I catch another, clutchin’ on the smoke from the marijuana

 

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