$uicideboy$ pulled a holiday heist with THY WILL BE DONE, their surprise 10-track drop on G*59 Records landing Christmas Eve, and “2009 Reggie Bush” cranks up that raw New Orleans edge like a Saints touchdown in overtime.
This one’s a straight-up banger clocking in at 3:24, pure Memphis trap with that signature $B grit—think booming 808s from producers Budd Dwyer, justinbirol, KXVI, and ACCULBED layering under Scrim and Ruby da Cherry’s tag-team verses. Penned by the duo themselves, Scott Arceneaux Jr. and Aristos Petrou, it dives headfirst into themes of defiance and survival, spitting bars about flipping breakers on haters, junkie morals from pool hall days, and that endless loop of isolation and stage lights.
The hook’s a relentless “Get the fuck off my dick,” pure middle finger to the noise, while Ruby’s bridge flips to Southside chants, evoking 7th Ward ghosts. And yeah, the title nods to Reggie Bush, the ex-Saints running back who torched defenses from ’06 to ’10—$uicideboy$ already shouted him out back in 2022’s “Sorry for the Delay” with Germ, tying that sports swagger to their underdog hustle.
THY WILL BE DONE picks up right where August’s THY KINGDOM COME left off, like a sequel sermon in trap form. It’s all about surrendering to the chaos—divine will or street fate, you pick—with tracks blending lo-fi menace and polished fury. The full lineup kicks off with the eerie “Leviticus,” rolls into this Reggie cut, then slams through “BLOODSWEAT,” “Angel Grove,” “Whatever Floats Your Boat Will Definitely Sink My Ship,” and more, wrapping at just under 30 minutes of no-filler heat. No big-name guests this round; it’s the boys keeping it family, channeling that grey god evolution into tighter flows and darker hooks.
Right now, $uicideboy$ are in beast mode, fresh off sold-out Grey Day tours and that Kingdom Come buzz that cracked the Billboard top 10. Scrim’s solo ventures have sharpened his pen game, while Ruby’s leaning harder into those haunting Southern gothic vibes, proving they’re not just shock rappers anymore—they’re architects of this bleary, unbreakable sound that’s hooked a generation on the brink.
Dive into the 2009 Reggie Bush lyrics below and unpack its raw narrative. Don’t miss other THY WILL BE DONE tracks for more of $uicideboy$’s defiant trap gospel.
| Lead Vocals | $uicideboy$ |
| Songwriter | Scott Arceneaux Jr. & Aristos Petrou |
| Music Producer | Budd Dwyer, justinbirol, KXVI & ACCULBED |
| Composer | Aristos Petrou & Scott Arceneaux Jr. |
| Label | G*59 Records |
| Release Date | December 25, 2025 |
| Song Language | English |
| Copyright © | G*59 Records |
| Distributor | The Orchard |
Lyrics of 2009 Reggie Bush by $uicideboy$
[Intro: Scrim]
(Pull The Trigger, Budd Dwyer, Hahaha)
(It’s A Smash)
Northside, Northside, Northside (Northside)
Northside, Northside, Northside (Northside)
(Indiana Slicky)
Northside, Northside, Northside (Northside)
Fort Wayne, Aye, Aye
Northside, Northside, Northside (Northside)
[Verse 1: Scrim]
Yessir, It’s That White Playa, World Shaper,
Get So Lit, He Flip The Breaker (Get Up Off My D**k)
Dope Up On My Razor, 100 Acres,
What The F**k’s A Neighbor? (Get Up Off My D**k)
I Done Hit The Majors, And At Best They Just A D1 Hater (Get Up Off My D**k)
All My Crackers Shoot Like Lakers,
Feel Like Ninja With The Taper Yeah (Get Up Off My D**k)
Yeah, Blunt Fat As Brendan Fraser,
Smoking Like A F**kin’ Nuisance (Get Up Off My D**k)
Done F**ked A Bitch To Get Some Xanax Up In Massachusetts (Get Up Off My D**k)
I Don’t Give Two F**ks, Sipping Two Cups, Bumping Via Crucis (Get Up Off My D**k)
Shades On Like D.B. Cooper, Meds Got Me In A Stupor (Get Up Off My D**k)
Down To Shoot It, Guess That I Was Born To Die A Hooper (Get Up Off My D**k)
Might Die A Junkie But F**k ’em, I Ain’t Gon’ Die A Loser (Get Up Off My D**k)
Indiana $Licky, Off A Big 10 Like A Hoosier (Get Up Off My D**k)
Crash Rarri’s, Ferris Bueller, I’m Way Too Hot To Cool Off (Get Up Off My D**k)
Beat His Ass On A Thursday Like He Mason Rudolph (Get Up Off My D**k)
Get Bored With Rap,
Might Run For Mayor Just To Make Some New Laws (Get Up Off My D**k)
Got My Morals From Some Dope Fiends,
Grew Up In Pool Halls (Get Up Off My D**k)
Sip Drank And Put That Screw On (Get Up Off My D**k)
Grandma Was Cutting Coupons,
Got Babies Raising Newborns (Get Up Off My D**k)
Daddy Said, “F**k That, Make It Right,
Don’t Give A F**k ’bout Two Wrongs” (Get Up Off My D**k)
The F**k Is Off? I’m Too On, I’m Popping Pills In Tucson (Get Up Off My D**k)
Pu**y Wanna Throw Them Hands?
I’m Beating Him Down Till He Need New Bones (Get Up Off My D**k)
[Chorus: Scrim]
Get The F**k Off My D**k, H*e
Get The F**k Off My D**k (Get Off My D**k)
Get The F**k Off My D**k, H*e
Get The F**k Off My D**k (Get Off My D**k)
Get The F**k Off My D**k, H*e
Get The F**k Off My D**k (Get Off My D**k)
Get The F**k Off My D**k, H*e
Get The F**k Off My D**k (Get Off My D**k)
[Bridge: Ruby Da Cherry]
Southside, Southside, Southside (7Th Ward)
Southside, Southside, Southside (7Th Ward)
Southside, Southside, Southside (7Th Ward)
Southside, Southside, Southside (7Th Ward)
[Verse 2: Ruby Da Cherry]
Grip The .45, I’ma Slide By At Nighttime
Blinded By The Light, Out Of Sight At The Right Time
Strange Apparitions In The Sky May Be A Sign That I’ma Die
So I Hold My 3’s High, Reppin’ 59
Coughin’ Up A Demon, Now It’s Staring At Me Scheming, Glare Gleaming
So I Flick My Cigarette Up In Its Right Eye
Super Black Eagle 3, Max 7 Realtree
Smoked Him With One Shot, Therefore Altering The Timeline
Hoppin’ In My Bayberry Calais, Riding By All These Jezebels
Ho, Nice Try, I Already Met A Girl, Rang Them Wedding Bells
Never Had Intent To Sell, I Would Always Do It
I Hope My Enemies Getting Well, I Know They ’bout To Lose It
Yeah, This Shit Can Be Confusing, But I Find It Kinda Soothing
I’m Waiting On My Death, Tired Of All This Endless Looping
Catch Me On Stage Any Day
I Don’t Care If They Cheering Or They Booing, I Cross The Dollar Sign And Rue It
Ask Me Where The F**k I Been, They Say, “Duckboy, Where You At?”
Isolating, Left The Chat, Roll It Back To Back To Back
[Chorus: Ruby Da Cherry]
Miss Me With That Shit H*e
Miss With That Shit (Miss Me With That Shit)
Miss Me With That Shit H*e
Miss With That Shit (Miss Me With That Shit)
Miss Me With That Shit H*e
Miss With That Shit (Miss Me With That Shit)
Miss Me With That Shit H*e
Miss With That Shit
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