$UICIDEBOY$ – “New Profile Pic” [Audio, Lyrics]

Hip hop duo, $UICIDEBOY$ returns with the “New Profile Pic” song produced by Budd Dwyer). Listen, stream, buy, watch the lyric video, read the lyrics, mp3 download the song.

Suicideboys New Profile Pic

The $uicideboy$ are back in town, coming through to deliver their brand new single “New Profile Pic.” In keeping with tradition, the duo’s latest features a vaguely sinister beat, a blend of eerie horror-flick piano and southern-inspired bounce. Off the top, Ruby Da Cherry sets it off with a detached singsong delivery. “Swinging on ’em, make their face lumped, take ’em to the lakefront,” he spits. “And roll ’bout eight blunts, now my face numb from the Grey bumps.”

$crim holds it down with the second verse, coming through with a rapid-fire flow. “Creepin’ round your motherfucking block with no plates, mane,” he raps, as the ghoulish soundscape floats beneath him. “Make your motherfucking front yard to a gun range / Blocka-blocka with the choppa, turn your name to a stain.” At this moment, $uicideboy$ are among the few keeping the southern horrorcore aesthetic alive, and “New Profile Pic” is a welcome addition to their deep and disturbing catalog.

SUICIDEBOYS – New Profile Pic (prod. Budd Dwyer)

Lyrics

[Intro: Yung Plague & ODDY NUFF DA $NOW LEOPARD]
Still got the badge, still got the gun
Still got the patch, still got the stun
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun
Put the Glock to my skull then I—
$uicide, $ui—

[Chorus: Yung Plague]
Still got the badge, still got the gun
Still got the patch, still got the stun
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun
Put the Glock to my skull then I—
Glock to my skull then I—
Glock to my skull then I—
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun (Ayy, ayy)
Put the Glock to my skull then I—

[Verse 1: Ruby da Cherry]
Watch me pull up in a H1 with my day-ones
Now’s the time to say somethin’ if you wanna say somethin’
Swinging on ’em, make their face lumped, take ’em to the lakefront
And roll ’bout eight blunts, now my face numb from the Grey bumps
White lines like we in a shake junt
Fake frontin’-ass pussy boy, run
Your mama made change, didn’t know she also made chumps
Make your bitch wet, in fact, here the rain come
Stain somethin’, all day, Plague stuntin’ (Yeah)
Ain’t frontin’, bitch, I’m in the back puffin’
Me and my cousin fucking buzzin’, got the razor blades tucked in (Uh)
Airin’ out the fuckin’ room like Glade plug-ins

[Chorus: Yung Plague & $crim]
Still got the badge, still got the gun
Still got the patch, still got the stun
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun
Put the Glock to my skull then I—
Glock to my skull then I—
Glock to my skull then I—
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put the Glock to my skull then I—

[Verse 2: $crim]
Represent that East 59, it’s a Grey thing
Creepin’ round your motherfucking block with no plates, mane
Make your motherfucking front yard to a gun range
Blocka, blocka with the choppa, turn your name to a stain
Big dog, no heart, we ain’t built the same, nah
Big gars, Xan’ bars fucking up my brain, yeah
Fentanyl, lotta barre, flowing through my veins, ayy
Adderall, speedballs, I might go insane, fuck
Yeah, whole lotta drugs, life closed to done
Demons climbin’ on my walls in my bedroom
I got tendencies of suicidal ideation
Menace to society when I ain’t medicated

[Outro: Yung Plague]
Still got the badge, still got the gun
Still got the patch, still got the stun
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun
Put the Glock to my skull then I—
Glock to my skull then I—

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