Treat Em Like A Prostitute Feat Germ Lyrics | Suicideboys

It's that gutter motherfucker from the northside (northside)
Gold up on my teeth, I got that frostbite (frostbite)
Still up in my hood, but my bands right (bands right)
Smoking rock tar out the glass pipe (glass pipe)
Swerving while I'm passin' up the red lights
Couple xanax in me, need my mind right, mind right
Everybody say: Goodnight to the bad guy
I'm from a place in the dark where the dead die, dead die
Fuck your motherfucking camera if you
(Fuck your motherfucking camera)
When it comes to heaven's gates, you can (cash me ousside)
Slick rick how I pimp on a bitch, how bow dah?
Slit wrist, drip, drip 'till I end, $uicide

Ruby da cherry frozen, frozen posted with the script bottle open
Drippin' like a faucet broken
You think that you the fucking wave? I got the ocean flowin'
You think that you won't catch a fade? Yung $now be fuckin' locin'
Turn your head to marmalade, then light a blunt
I'm fuckin' smoking, choking
I got ten, I'm 'bout to hang, that pussyboy claim that he misspoke?
Now he boastin' third coast, I'm dirty south
I'm swangin' blades just like a fucking frozen shogun
Sip a spell, some muddy potion, pull up, and I flood the function
Got a bag, I leave it close, and money come and go
Sometimes you broke, sometimes you loaded
I feel so broke, I need to get loaded
"Fuck you" always been my slogan, curvin' hoes and blowin' os
I'm slowly rollin' potent, gonna overdose at least I'm hoping

Bags to get, only a select few, fuck the rest
Big ass rude lil bitch, swallow the stick
Thirty round sack left her wet, yuh
Bags of cess, hit the button for the top on the 'vette
Bet that hoe ain't never seen nothin' like this
Big pun rocks on my wrist
I bet you love me, bruh, you look just like me, fuck
Back to back sluts, no fucks, just sucks
At ease, boy catch up (nigga!)
Front of saks, five fifths
Smoke sac, I just wanna dab
Too much passion, kiss my ass, pull off in the jag
Gucci my v guts, can't be touched
Came in broken, pick me up
Young niggas out here know what's up
Back up the coupe, big boof
Neck bein' thrown, she the truth
Bow down, salute
Ski mask tucked tight
Weak ass crumb, gimme the loot