Juicy J, Wiz Khalifa & TM88 – Green Suicide Lyrics

Green Suicide

Juicy J, Wiz Khalifa & TM88

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"Green Suicide." - Juicy J, Wiz Khalifa & TM88

Wednesday, 21 October 2026, 04:41 am

Album: TGOD Mafia: Rude Awakening

Track No: 08

This that shit, this that shit
That'll have you sky high
This that shit, this that shit
That'll have you with them wide eyes
This that shit, this that shit
Make you a mix of Sprite with a dirty fo'
This that shit, this that shit
That have you leanin' with a ratchet ho
This that shit, this that shit
It'll make you light up on that dab
This that shit, this that shit
And blow that shit all in the air
This that shit, this that shit
It make you lose your fuckin' mind
This that shit, this that shit
We call it Green Suicide
This that shit that have you feelin' like you Superman
This that shit that have you feelin' like you in a Lam'
This the type of shit that make you blow a hunnid grand
This the type of shit that make yo bitch come fuck the fam
Once you take one hit of this
You gon' feel so high, you not comin' back
This that shit that have me wildin' and spazzin' on all of them tracks
This is that shit that have me be pimpin', bitches be bringin' me racks
All of the while I be smellin' like Cookies and shit
While I'm runnin' through racks
Ay, this that shit you never smoked before
Yeah, this that shit that make you wanna choke
Ay, this that shit that have you on the floor
This that shit that make you kick a door
This that shit, this that shit
That'll have you sky high
This that shit, this that shit
That'll have you with them wide eyes
This that shit, this that shit
Make you a mix of Sprite, water, dirty fo'
This that shit, this that shit
That have you leanin' with a ratchet ho
This that shit, this that shit
It'll make you light up on that dab
This that shit, this that shit
And blow that shit all in the air
This that shit, this that shit
It make you lose your fuckin' mind
This that shit, this that shit
We call it Green Suicide
Put that shit off in your lungs
Break it down, roll you a joint
We smoke it all till it's done
Three pounds, that's all just for fun
Beef with my squad, better run
Millions, I want more than one
Bad hoes, I want more than one
Just bought a car for my son
Put that shit in the garage
He'll drive it when he's old enough
Had to go switch up my bank
The old one wouldn't hold enough
Old bitches cuttin' me off
Say I don't hit they phone enough
If you ain't down with the gang
Then my ****, you can't roll with us
Codeine in the soda, I put KK in the cone
And took a bitch, I ain't know her
Pour some drink, I'm never sober
I done rolled a hunnid joints
And I don't leave the crib, leave the crib
Even Snoop hit it once
And said he need a zip, ****
This that shit, this that shit
That'll have you sky high
This that shit, this that shit
That'll have you with them wide eyes
This that shit, this that shit
Make you a mix of Sprite, water, dirty fo'
This that shit, this that shit
That have you leanin' with a ratchet ho
This that shit, this that shit
It'll make you light up on that dab
This that shit, this that shit
And blow that shit all in the air
This that shit, this that shit
It make you lose your fuckin' mind
This that shit, this that shit
We call it Green Suicide
I'm workin' like a boss, smokin' like a chief
Smokin' on a pound, lookin' like a reef
This shit put you down, put yo ass to sleep
This shit have me buyin' a pound every other week
3-5 in my zone, she like, "Damn, this shit long"
One puff and she gone
She like, "Damn, this shit strong"
I'm like, yeah bitch, I'm on
You ain't used to this shit
You ain't used to this fire weed
You ain't used to gettin' lit
Ay, this the shit that make you act a fool
Ay, this that shit that have you skippin' school
Ay, this that shit that make you go berserk
But this that shit that make you put in work
This that shit, this that shit
That'll have you sky high
This that shit, this that shit
That'll have you with them wide eyes
This that shit, this that shit
Make you a mix of Sprite with a dirty fo'
This that shit, this that shit
That have you leanin' with a ratchet ho
This that shit, this that shit
It'll make you light up on that dab
This that shit, this that shit
And blow that shit all in the air
This that shit, this that shit
It make you lose your fuckin' mind
This that shit, this that shit
We call it Green Suicide
We call it Green Suicide
This that shit
We call it Green Suicide
We call it Green Suicide
We call it Green Suicide

Writer(s): Juicy J, Wiz Khalifa.

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