$uicideboy$ turned Christmas Eve into a grey dawn ritual with THY WILL BE DONE, their surprise 10-track blaze dropping midnight December 25 via G*59 Records, and “Fuck Ups” crashes in like a spiked eggnog toast to every scar you’ve ever hidden under gold teeth.
This cut’s $B at their grimiest alchemy: $crim’s Northside snarl over booming 808s and warped samples from Budd Dwyer, Dynox, justinbirol, and KXVI, flipping into Ruby’s 7th Ward haze with those haunting “woah-woah” bridges that echo like NOLA fog. It’s cloud rap laced with Memphis trap venom—choppy flows dissecting fuck-ups as birthright, from dope tolerance highs to dodging flaws in camouflage.
Thematically, it’s a dual autopsy: $crim raging on beef, fiends, and regime vibes (“Motherf**k police, I vibe with the fiends”), while Ruby wrestles sobriety’s ghosts (“6 years sober in October, no leftover crisis”) and that rebel itch to swang through lanes unscarred. No guests stealing shine; it’s pure Arceneaux-Petrou scripture, raw as a blunt in church, blending bravado with quiet pleas for peace in the chaos.
THY WILL BE DONE clocks in lean at 29 minutes, a swift gut-punch after August’s Thy Kingdom Come sprawl—think Leviticus openers bleeding into Bloodsweat bangers, Angel Grove drifts, and closers like 2009 Reggie Bush that nod to their ’09 roots. No grand manifesto, just unfiltered Grey*59 ethos: demons pissed at redemption arcs, codeine Cayennes, and blades unsheathed for the entourage. It’s their way of looping back—praise the lord with applause, but keep the Macan satin mauve—proving the boys from the bloc evolve without losing the edge that birthed ’em.
They’re untethered legends now, post-New World Depression’s 2024 chart siege and sold-out Grey Day marathons snaking coasts in ’25. Ruby and $crim, sober-ish and sharper, trade teen Xanny blur for measured menace—still repping the wards, but with eyes on that quiet settle. This drop? It’s their “en garde” to the game, screaming captain from the junkyard while the world catches up.
Dive into the F**k Ups lyrics below and unpack its raw narrative. Don’t miss other THY WILL BE DONE tracks for more of $uicideboy$’s grey-tinted trap confessions.
| Lead Vocals | $uicideboy$ |
| Songwriter | Scott Arceneaux Jr. & Aristos Petrou |
| Music Producer | Budd Dwyer, Dynox, justinbirol & KXVI |
| 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 F**k Ups by $uicideboy$
[Intro: Ruby Da Cherry]
(Y-y-y-y-y, Y-y-y-y)
(Y-y, Y-y-y, You Did Good, $Lick)
Woah-woah, Woah, Woah-woah-woah (It’s A Smash)
Woah-woah, Woah, Woah-woah-woah (Indiana $licky, F-f-f-fort Wayne)
Woah-woah, Woah, Woah-woah-woah (To Indiana, Man, F**k These Boys)
Woah-woah, Woah, Woah-woah-woah (2nd World)
[Verse 1: $crim]
Yeah, Tell Me What You Know About Me (Uh-uh)
Yung Cracker With The All Gold Teeth (Ayy, Turn Me Up)
I Would Tell Y’all How I Really Feel,
But It Would Just Get Hit With The **** (Northside)
I Was Ten Years Old With The Heat (Woah-wah)
Dead Eyes, Got Cold From The Grief (Say Wha’)
Call Me Northside Wet Lil Yachty
The Way I’ll Die For The ‘crete (Northside)
Where I’m From, Yeah, The Sun Don’t Rise In The East (Rise In The East)
I’m A Hybrid Of Beasts
Been Done It All, Even Got High With A Priest, T-too High At The Least
Just Kill ’em, I Ain’t Got No Time For The Beef, Gen 5 Intervene (Grr)
Motherf**k Police, I Vibe With The Fiends,
T-too Live Like A Stream, *59 The Regime
[Chorus: $crim]
Yeah, Ayy, Came Up With The F**k-ups
Yeah, Ayy, So I Can’t Help But F**k Up
Yeah, Ayy, Came Up With The F**k-ups
Yeah, Hold Up, We Tell ’em, “Shut The F**k Up”
[Verse 2: $crim]
Smokin’ ’em Back To Back,
Until I Can’t Feel No Pain No More (North, North)
Kickin’ They Door From The Back,
Makin’ ’em Lay It Down On The Floor (North, North)
My Tolerance High On The Dope,
But I Got No Patience For A Ho (North, North)
Point Me A Tone Right There To Your Dome,
Make That B**ch Go Blow, Blow, Blow, Blow, Blow
Young S To The C To The A To The R To The E To The C To The R To The O To The W
Smokin’ That Sack Till My Eyes Roll Back,
System Down, Issues They Can’t Troubleshoot
Black Mask, Gold Teeth, Yellin’, “Who Dat?” (Who Dat?)
Wanted Fame, So We Put Him On The News App
If You Pull It Out, Boy, Better Shoot That
Turn A Opp Into Merch, Lemme Sku That, Huh
Bro-broke The Scale, We Smokin’ On Dave Blunts (North)
Sippin’ Syrup Till My Face Numb (North)
Chewin’ Fent, This That Laced Gum (North)
Red Beam Here Like A Ray Gun (North)
Money In The Walls Like Nagin (North)
Goddamn, Call Me Bp The Way I’m Spillin’ That Oil
Yeah, Big Stepper, I’m Takin’ Their Souls Like Dr. Scholls
Yeah, Surgeon With The Blade, So I Stay On Call
Up In New Orleans, Put The 3 On My Back, Young Wet Chris Paul
F**k Around And Break My Jaw Before I Ever Go Talk To The Laws
[Bridge: Ruby Da Cherry]
Woah-woah, Woah, Woah-woah-woah (Ruby Da Cherry)
Woah-woah, Woah, Woah-woah-woah (Nah-nah, Nah-nah, Nah-nah)
Woah-woah, Woah, Woah-woah-woah (Yeah)
Woah-woah, Woah, Woah-woah-woah (7th Ward)
[Verse 3: Ruby Da Cherry]
Yeah, I’m Just Tryna’ Dodge All My Flaws My Whole Life In Camouflage
$Uicide, I’ll Take The Charge, Grey*59 The Entourage
Codeine Colored Cayenne, But I Wrapped The Macan Satin Mauve
Praise The Lord With Applause, The Demons Pissed I Left They Cause
Out The Fog, I’ma Rawdog All This Life Shit
Swerve In A ‘vette, Yeah, I’m Flirtin’ With Death
So I Don’t Have To Feel Like Life’s B**ch
Range Rover ’96, Run Me Over Type Shit
6 Years Sober In October, No Leftover Crisis, Uh
It’s A Young Man’s Dream To Wanna Die
Livin’ Life High, While I Was Flickin’ Off The Sky
Born A Rebel, Now I’ll Settle For A Little Peace And Quiet
This Life Is Usually Admired, But I’m Tired Of Life Not Bein’ Private
Opps On My Radar, I’ma Pray For ’em
Lord, Have Mercy On Their Soul
For All My Dogs, I Would Catch A Stray For ’em
Share The Food Out Of My Bowl
Still Pack The Tool, And It’s Still Loaded, I’m Devoted To The Grey
Until The Grave, Rotten And Bloated, Sugarcoat All Of My Pain
A Life So Sweet I Didn’t Know It, So I Smile With Tooth Decay
Don’t Try To Floss, You Could Get Scraped,
Take, Take No Loss In Any State (Yeah)
I Just Came To Swang And Drag My Tank Across Every Lane
Scrapin’ Up The Interstate, Tabasco Sauce, I’m Hittin’ Stains
[Chorus: Ruby Da Cherry]
Yeah, Ayy, Came Up With The F**k-ups
Yeah, Ayy, So I Can’t Help But F**k Up
Yeah, Ayy, Came Up With The F**k-ups
Yeah, Hol’ Up, We Tell ’em, “Shut The F**k Up”
[Verse 4: Ruby Da Cherry]
I Will Always Rep The 7th Ward, Collectin’ All Seven Rewards (Seven)
Seven Warriors, Seven Dented Swords
Unsheathe My Blade And Scream, “En Garde! *59 Captain, All On Board!”
Former Junkie Comin’ At You Live From The Junkyard
[Outro: Ruby Da Cherry & $crim]
Woah-woah, Woah, Woah-woah-woah
(Grey*59, B**ch; Yeah-yeah-yeah, Northside Shit, Y’know I’m Sayin’)
Woah-woah, Woah, Woah-woah-woah
(Yeah-yeah-yeah; $ui-$ui-$uicide [?], $uicide)
Woah-woah, Woah, Woah-woah-woah
([?] East Bloc’ 2nd World Shit, 7th-7th Ward)
Woah-woah, Woah, Woah-woah-woah (Grey*59, 7th Ward)
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