Suicideboys - WE ENVY NOTHING IN THE WORLD Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Scrimmy, Scrimmy
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Benzo, enzo, 'Rari the pedal that's on my feet
Push it to the floor ,I just know where I wanna be
In your house, in your room
Don't look under your bed
Northside on the map, I won't rest 'til I'm dead
Runnin' 'round the street with a .9 in my hand
Put it up to his head tell him, "I don't play fair"
Empty the clip, end your life in a sec
Christ be the King, you gon leave with a blessin' (amen)
Empty the shells hear a pin drop
Scrimmy bipolar, flip and I flop (I flop)
Switch it up quick, f*ck every last enemy
Act like your friend, leave a blade in your kidney
Rata-ta-tat (grraow), I let your brains splat
Leakin' all over with bloody matter
Shirt in my hands, I sit back and I laugh
Mental f*ckin' case, closed casket where I sleep
Only smoke that crack rock, I don't no tree
Bangin' my veins, put that dirt on my name (my name)
Devil to blame, middle finger the game (the game)
F*ck all the fame, it ain't no thang (no thang)

Scrimmy insane (insane), Scrimmy insane (insane)
Scrimmy insane (insane), Scrimmy insane (insane)
Insane, insane, insane, insane, insane, insane
Insane, insane, insane, insane, insane, insane (insane)

Ayy, ayy

All of my enemies end up bendin' the knee
All my enemies beggin' me, beggin', "Please let me free"
As my fist grips the axe I yell, "Let the bells ring!"
And I swing the blade down, now they're headless but free
Yeah, Ruby been a boss for like ten centuries
I'm the alpha, omega, and every letter between
Step on the scene, rest in peace
Leave me dead in the street
From opiate dependency, codeine and promethazine
Bury me up on a hill with evergreen and a creek
Not the type to live until I'm f*ckin' seventy-three
Yeah, pull up in a Chevy from '73
Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Who the f*ck want war?
I got acres of land protected with weaponry
A bunch of guns in my name, no need for open felonies
Accessory to murder with murderous accessories
AK, AR, 12 gauge shotty
Got .44 Magnum and the Uzi from the 90s
.38 and the .9mm in my pant linin'
I might cop a .45 and hold that one behind me

Ruby insane, insane, Ruby insane, insane
Ruby insane, insane, Ruby insane, insane
Ruby insane, insane, Ruby insane, insane
Ruby insane, insane, Ruby insane, insane