Château Gris Lyrics – $UICIDEBOY$
Singer: $UICIDEBOY$
Title: Château Gris
Players never die
I got corners in gentilly where we slang that millie bobby brown
Never been on trial ’cause the bodies wasn’t ever found
Dippin’ to the feds, mane?
Must be off the meds, mane?
One less snitch in the gang, that’s a net gain
It’s the pimp player, money making, body layer, say a prayer
Hoe stacking, pistol packing, white boy with the permed hair
Choppa sprizzay, what the biz say, i just brought a cold front
To the sizzouth, gold mizzouth, iced out like a store front
Slick spit that mack sh#t, make the track hit
Ain’t no top for a wack b#tch less the mouth sick
Face down in the mattress, make the back 〈.?.〉
Make them f#ck like an actress in a p#rno pic
Riding off in the benz, then took off with no trace
Psychopathic with the nine, mane, i might catch a case
Mask on, or the mask off, it don’t make no difference
’cause i side with them (killers) man, they don’t leave no witness
Heard you dippin’ to the feds, mane? must be off your meds, mane?
Pissing in his face, wanna put that chrome to his head, mane
Leave him dead, mane, save this boy some head pain
One less snitch in the gang, that’s a net gain
〈.?.〉 heard it was that ana’ you was looking for (north, northside)
〈.?.〉 could see me but the 〈.?.〉 (north, northside)
Had them hoes tweaking like a 〈.?.〉 (north, northside)
Smoking on that 〈.?.〉 make that neck go (north, northside)
〈.?.〉 boys 〈.?.〉 (north, northside)
Never 〈.?.〉 god, because i’m heaven sent (north, northside)
Talk that playa’ sh#t 〈.?.〉 (north, northside)
〈.?.〉 (north, northside)
I get high off that motherf#cking- (killa, killa)
Wetto ride like a motherf#cking- (killa, killa)
Down to die for my motherf#cking- (killa, killa)
My hoes they bi, but they say i got that- (killa)
b#tch i’m 〈.?.〉 going down to the southside of the lake
Riding ’round town, plotting on them sh#t i’m boutta bake
If it’s fake, i’ma sell it, if it’s real, i’ma sell it
Outside of the lexus for this green, i know you jealous
Born a warlord out the ward of the 7th
All these deadly sins, i think they fit to me and fellas
Begging for armageddon, i got eleven virgins
Waiting for me in heaven, b#tch, i ain’t stressing
Kill a b#tch just because, blanco never need no reason, hoe
Never tell these hoes a secret, less you want it leakin’, hoe
Seen a ghost, but i was puffin’ piff up in the mirror, you want smoke
Put you in a coffin then i say it clearer
I got corners in gentilly where we slang that millie bobby brown
Never been on trial ’cause the bodies wasn’t ever found
That’s how we do ’em down south, iced out
Feed the gators when them rats out running wild, tryna bite my style
I-i-i got skulls floating in the swamp (7th, 7th ward)
I got bones covered up in moss (7th, 7th ward)
Blanco burning up a f#cking cross (7th, 7th ward)
All my demons know who’s f#cking boss (7th, 7th ward)
Holla’ “hooty-hoo!” when you see them boys in baby blue (7th, 7th ward)
Uzi out the roof, raining bullets, pew-pew-pew-pew-pew (7th, 7th ward)
I get high off that motherf#cking- (killa, killa)
Blanco ride like a motherf#cking- (killa, killa)
Down to die for my motherf#cking- (killa, killa)
My hoes they bi, but they say i got that (killa)
Killa, killa, killa
Killa, killa, killa
Killa, killa, killa
Killa, killa, killa
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