SuicideBoys Lyrics

[Intro]
You did good, $lick
It's a Smash!
Players-Players-Players never die

[Chorus: Blanco Leopardo & Wetto]
Le-le-left a grease stain, his momma gave me good head though
G-G-Gat, shooting Rasputin, Eastern Bloc, mad monk
G-R-E-Y (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)
F-F-Five to the nine (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)
G-R-E-Y (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)
F-F-Five to the nine (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)

[Verse 1: Blanco Leopardo]
Blanco always smoking doja, 7th Ward soulja
Always in the cut, with my hood up, I'm a cobra
Choppa city born and fuckin' raised, I thought I told ya
Offered shawty coke, but she thought I meant Cola
P-P-P-Pull up on ya block, lookin' like I got a weapon
All my dogs in fucking heaven like I'm Jesus in the 7th
I know fuckboys got a problem, I'ma end their whole bloodline
Make sure that his last name stay a last name, yeah he done
I'm bout pull up on this lil' ho and make her tongue tied
Now she cryin', tellin' me all about how her son died
Le-le-left a grease stain, his mama gave me good head though
Ruthless motherfucker, Blanco always making heads roll
Tombstone blank, two-two-two tone tank
Now his bitch asking me for a newborn baby
Mixing Wock with titty milk, ain't no new bones breakin'
Got another bitch pregnant and now them two hoes datin'

[Chorus: Blanco Leopardo & Wetto]
Le-le-left a grease stain, his momma gave me good head though
G-G-Gat, shooting Rasputin, Eastern Bloc, mad monk
G-R-E-Y (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)
F-F-Five to the nine (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)
G-R-E-Y (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)
F-F-Five to the nine (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)

[Verse 2: Wetto]
Duckin' off that fent'
But Young Wetto always stand up
Smoke it 'til the last puff
Sleepin' with the handgun, 12 I had to man up
Grey the propaganda, Slicky the commander
Unleashing that terror make your area Uganda, damn, son
How-how I whip that dope and get them motherfucking grams up? (North)
Pimping on a ho too easy, all I do is glance up (Side)
All these motherfuckers pussy, boy, I'm from the land of (North)
Press it right between my eyes, now pull it, boy, don't clam up (Side)
Bought a crib in Florida just to get my fucking tan up (North)
How it feel to date a bitch you know that love to stan us? (Side)
Chopper city love them choppers, 'cause they never jam up (North)
I put angels in my outfield, call me Tony Wetto Danza, damn, son (Side)
Every time I spit, I feel like Jordan when he slam dunk
Wetto I go harder on them bars than when my dad drunk
Gat, shooting Rasputin, Eastern Bloc, mad monk
Come and get your bell rung

[Chorus: Blanco Leopardo & Wetto]
Le-le-left a grease stain, his momma gave me good head though
G-G-Gat, shooting Rasputin, Eastern Bloc, mad monk
G-R-E-Y (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)
F-F-Five to the nine (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)
G-R-E-Y (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)
F-F-Five to the nine (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet)
Let-let-let the grease bang, his momma gave me good head though
G-G-Gat, shooting Rasputin, Eastern Bloc, mad monk

[Intro]
Players never die
Hit the blunt, hit the blunt, hit the blunt, gettin' high
Hit the blunt, hit the blunt, hit the blunt, gettin' high
You did good $lick
Hit the blunt, hit the blunt, hit the blunt, gettin' high
It's a Smash
Hit the blunt, hit the blunt, hit the blunt, gettin' high
Hit the blunt, hit the blunt, hit the blunt, gettin' high
Hit the blunt, hit the blunt, hit the blunt, gettin' high
Hit the blunt, hit the blunt, hit the blunt, gettin' high
Hit the blunt, hit the blunt, hit the blunt, gettin' high

[Verse 1: Wetto]
Sleepwalking through the game
Crushing 30s, early birdies, I don't fuck with pain
Forever pimpin' manе, make a bimbo pussy rain
Ten benzos, twеnty-inch spokes swang
Blue DeVille match the pills that I’m popping on today
What a way, I make dying look great
Fashion statement, for my latest, flooded out the Drake
Suckers hate, change up like a pitch
$uicide was the goal, but I'll end up dying rich
Smoking up on that indo, dope in the tinfoil help to ease my brain
Fucking up on like ten hoes, all my chicken heads free range
Cup to the blunt, Wet do what he want, it ain't a motherfucking thang
Blowing hay for the Grey, only way I know is mine

[Break]
Hit the blunt, hit the blunt, hit the blunt, gettin' high
Hit the blunt, hit the blunt, hit the blunt, gettin' high
Hit the blunt, hit the blunt, hit the blunt, gettin' high
Hit the blunt, hit the blunt, hit the blunt, gettin' high

[Verse 2: Blanco Leopardo]
Hit the streets in my 'Lac, just a young New Orleans mac
Smoking Vega's back to back, now I don't know how to act
Mask on, now I'm comfortable, Blanco so ungovernable
Doin' what the fuck I want, I don't want to do what you say I should
Court ordered shrink, court ordered treatment
All because I slipped up and drove my car up in the deep end
Relapse in Seattle, but I reupped in H-Town
The shorty I used to fuck would slide me Percs whenever I came down
I gave her dope dick until my dick gave up and laid down
I dipped when she was sleepin', I stole her purse, that's how that shit played out
Yeah, light up a blunt, I'm 'bout to smoke one
And I ain't passin' it to no one

[Outro]
Hit the blunt, hit the blunt, hit the blunt, gettin' high
Hit the blunt, hit the blunt, hit the blunt, gettin' high
Hit the blunt, hit the blunt, hit the blunt, gettin' high
Hit the blunt, hit the blunt, hit the blunt, gettin' high
Gettin' high
Gettin' high
Gettin' high
Gettin' high

[Intro: Blanco Leopardo & Wetto]
Sl-sl-sl-sl-sl-slide right through my oppo's city
AMG, man, fuck a Hemi
No question, the Glock on me
G*59, that's my committee
Blanco 'bout his cake, full plate, eggs with shrimp and steak
Southside of the lake, Figure 8 'til my fuckin' wake
Dump a nigga ass out, throw him in the ride (You did good, $lick, it's a Smash)
Dump a nigga ass out, throw him in the ride
Dump a nigga ass out, throw him in the ride (Players)
Dump a nigga ass out, throw him in the ride (Players, players, players, p-p-players never die)
Dump a nigga ass out, throw him in the ride
Dump a nigga ass out, throw him in the ride
Dump a nigga ass out, throw him in the ride (Ayy)
Dump a nigga ass out, throw him in the ride (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Verse 1: Blanco Leopardo]
I got a hunnid-round drum on my stick like Vic Firth
Choppin' up the brick, make sure it stick, who gon' gеt sick first?
Always wantin' more, yeah, I think they call that Slick's cursе
Yeah, your shawty bad but I'm bettin' that my bitch worse
Wrist hurt from the Plain Jane, yeah, it's heavy
Catch me in the Chevy, steady changing lanes, engine revving
Switchin' steady, Blanco's motives always loco like I'm jetting
All these chains around my neck get twisted up like spaghetti, uh
Blanco 'bout his cake, full plates, eggs with shrimp and steak
Southside of the lake, Figure 8 'til my fuckin' wake
Watch out for the snakes, fuckin' fakes, eatin' twice their weight
Always lock the gate, tempting fate, tryna up the stakes
D-D-Dollar sign, uicide, dollar sign, move aside
Me and Wetto made a pact, said fuck the whole world it's you and I
Two-two-two Southern White trash motherfuckers unified
G*59 for life or at least 'til I'm fuckin' crucified

[Break: Wetto]
Dump a nigga ass out, throw him in the ride
Dump a nigga ass out, throw him in the ride
Dump a nigga ass out, throw him in the ride
Dump a nigga ass out, throw him in the ride (Wetto, Wetto, Wetto)

[Verse 2: Wetto]
Sl-sl-sl-sl-sl-slide right through my oppo's city
AMG, man, fuck a Hemi
No question, the Glock on me
G*59, that's my committee
My bitch thick and pretty, grab my dick and holla, "Gimme gimme"
Poppin' on these bibbys, droppin' tens up in my fuckin' kidneys
F-F-Fuck the world, fuck a herd? Wetto solo dolo
H-H-Hoes get wet while searchin' for me like I'm Marco Polo
You want that promo? I can put your face up on a shirt
P-P-Pill presser hiding fentanyl up in my Percs
I, I-I-I get irked, crack a smirk then I go berserk
Crack, now he murked, all you heard was pop-pop, vroom, skrrt
O-O-Off the Addy, not too shabby for a fuckin' junkie
Th-Th-Throw a bitch some money, pin a tail up on that donkey
Ch-Choppa draw, have a pussy boy singin' (Oooh)
'T-T-Til my death, G-R-E-Y what I'm claimin' (GREY, GREY)
'Til I D-I-E, my hand gon' hold that .123
Nor-Nor-Northside (Northside), Eastern Bloc, GREY been what I bleed

[Outro]
Dump a nigga ass out, throw him in the ride
Dump a nigga ass out, throw him in the ride
Dump a nigga ass out, throw him in the ride
Dump a nigga ass out, throw him in the ride
Dump, dump, out, throw him in the ride
Dump a nigga ass out
Dump a nigga ass out
Dump, dump, dump, dump

[Intro: Haley Gibby]
Letting a new day begin
Letting a new day begin
Letting a new day begin
Hold to the time that you know

[Verse 1: YUNG $CARECROW]
Locked in my room, four black walls
Tie the noose, no recall
No resolve, fuck withdrawal
Rather shoot up till I fall
Murder on call with the *59
Twenty years, and it seem like a lifetime
I been hanging every day from a lifeline
While these fuckers had a dinner every night time
Smo-, smokin' that dope off the foil, let me ball
Ho, please don't call, don't fuck with y'all
Spray paint the walls with blood and whatever
Drag you outside, let you rot in the weather
I don't think I can explain any better
I'm $carecrow the terror and live for the lesser
My birth was an error

[Verse 2: LORD OF LONELINESS]
I am the Lord of Loneliness
I'll hold my breath, just spoke with Death
He said he hopes for the best
Told him I'm ropin' my neck
Then I woke up chokin' from the hole in my chest
Somehow I manage to function and hope
Every day got a lump in my throat
That's them pills swallowed whole
Smoke a blunt and then fuck all these hoes
End up humpin' they throat
Get the fuck away from me, I hate all of you, faithfully
This world was never made for me
Thankfully, I'm trained to see past all the lies, the ranks, the scenes
I'll shank my knees, then walk the plank and freeze

[Outro: Haley Gibby]
Letting a new day begin
Hold to the time that you know

[Intro]
I am known

[Verse 1: Yung $carecrow]
Triple six serpents of death crawlin' under your skin
If I take a bet, you can guess who gon' win
I walk in the 'jects without no protection
I function in hoods every city I'm in
I'm that Grey-born gorilla out the concrete jungle
Duckin' from the dope 'cause I just shot a bundle
$carecrow make the chopper drum shots rumble
$carecrow got the dope game from my uncle
Huh, still prefer the drugs over bitches
Better watch your side that you pickin'
Snakes start hissin', heads go missing
Rest in piss to the ones I'm killing
Chief Keef drilling, codeine spilling
Blood on my linen from the cuts, never healing
Hot boys out the crypt with a mouth full of scripts
Body bags zip when the gun hammer click

[Verse 2: 7th Ward Dragon]
Ruby leveled up
Ruby leveled up
Ruby gon' global, epidemic proportion
I got the torch, and now I'm lighting up gas on the porch
Kick back, now I'm bored
$lick asked for the short, flick ash for the sport, uh
Ruby wrestles several devils in the 7th Ward
But Ruby can't afford to move towards the horde just yet
7th Ward Dragon with a fiery sword through the neck
Engulfed in flames, engulfed in blood
As it rains from the red heaven that Yung Plague has escaped
Levitate over Lake Pontchartrain
Set 'em straight, no, we are not the same
Yeah, it's hard to remain when you're self-slain
Yeah, it's all that remains when you're self-made
Ruby 'bout to take a second breath, uh
Embrace yourself, because all that remains is the bloodstains

[Intro]
G-R-E-Y (You did good, $lick)
G-R-E-Y (It's a smash)
G-R-E-Y (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc—)
G-R-E-Y (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc—)

[Verse 1: Ruby da Cherry]
Your favorite artist's biggest song's the one that fuckin' featured us
Us as in me and $crim, the ones who make your speakers bust (Grey, Grey, Grey)
The ones who make the reaper blush
I feel like Jesus Christ the way my sneakers rust (Oh)
Nose bleedin' like I been snortin' bleacher dust (Uh)
Now I've got the scent of blood (Uh), now I know the hunts on (Uh)
First you gotta find em but I'll stick around until the drugs gonе
It's always money over bitches, cashin' out from thеse love songs
They always want a handout so I make sure I got my gloves on (Uh)
Paved with sweat and blood, dropped a few tears along the way (Along the way)
People come and go but I ride for the ones that long to stay (That long to stay)
From dusk 'til dawn, I hibernate, from dawn til' dusk, I'll find a way
To leave my fuckin' mark on this world and trace the mark in Grey

[Verse 2: $crim]
Dollars on my mind like I can't afford to think (Afford to think)
Talkin' to myself like I can't afford a shrink
Never thought that I could love 'til I sipped on the dra-a-a-ank, okay
Let me collect myself, smoke leaking out the Ghost like it came from Hell
Yeah, ugly but I ball like I'm Tony Snell (North)
If we bidding over bitches then I bid farewell, huh, yeah, bye
You know that shawty want a thug (Yeah), I just want the drugs (Yeah)
Surrounded by these hoes, prayin' for 'em in the club (Lord, help these bitches)
Show me where the love and I'll show you where it ain't
Just some bugs on my grill, steady fuckin' up my paint (Grey, Grey, Grey)
[Outro]
G-R-E-Y (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc—)
G-R-E-Y (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc—)
G-R-E-Y (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc—)
G-R-E-Y (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc—)
G-R-E-Y (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc—)
G-R-E-Y (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc—)
G-R-E-Y (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc—)
G-R-E-Y (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc—)

[Intro: Lil Buck, & Al Kapone]
Smoked out (You did good, $lick)
Smoked out, smoked out, smoked out
(It's a smash)
Loced out, loced out, loced out, loced out
I'm so hi-hi-high
Smoked out, smoked out, smoked out
Smoked out, loced out, loced out, smoked out, loced out
I'm so, I'm so hi-hi-high
Let me take another pull-pull, of that dope
Smoked out, smoked out, smoked out
Smoked out, loced out, loced out
Smoked out, loced out
I'm so hi-hi-high
Let me take another pull-pull, of that dope
Hey, hey, hey, hey

[Verse 1: $crim]
I'm a G-R-E-Y-B-O-Y, whole gang 59 and that's 'til we die (Gang, gang, gang)
W-E-T-T-O, cutthroat, snort an M-3-0
Mane, your gang don't want thе smoke
Still pissed at my daddy, that he nuttеd in my momma (Fuck)
Crashing 911's, boy, I'm feelin' like Osama (Yeah)
Underground Obama, my .44 give a speech
If that's what they call high, then I'm fuckin' out of reach (North, north)
Arnold Palmer with the Wock' on the Eastern bloc (North, north)
In my purse I keep a mini Glock, hopin' that they try (North, north)
Skip off singin', "La-di-da", while their body rot (North, north)
In the hemi, how you like me now?
Reaper screamin' "Stop!"
'Hundred twenty months (What?), ten years independent (Yeah!)
Divide that by a hundred mil', the price for my appearance (Damn)
Dollar sign, no clearance (Yeah), the B now stands for business (For what?)
Fuck the industry 'cause G*59 is for the children (Yeah, what?)

[Verse 2: Blanco Leopardo]
Hit 95 down I-10
Heading downtown (Skrrt)
Shawty sitting shotty, got the pipe lit
Six lanes swervin', she concerned about my drivin'
Blow out the smoke
She know, the acid make my eyes spin, yuh (What the fuck?)
Took the Tchoup Exit off of Rainbow Road
Saw the smoke from the hood, but no, that ain't no ghost
So I pulled the fuck over
To watch the Range Rover glow
Laughin', as I watch it burn
But no, that ain't no joke
I got the keys now (I got the keys now)
I do, what I please now (I do, what I please now)
I can feel that breeze now (I can feel that breeze now)
But when that wind picks up again, I'll be ready
I hold my own weight, I'm heavy (Yeah)
I broke the levees, I'm responsible for the endless flood (Blanco)
Forest fires, earthquakes and an avalanche of fuckin' mud (Blanco)
Alias known as plague, I fuck shit up, then shrug and walk away (Blanco)
A trail of chaos, loss and pain
I'll bite the dust and spit out stains

[Outro: Lil Buck & Al Kapone]
Smoked out, loced out
Let me take another pull-pull, of that dope
Smoked out, smoked out, loced out, loced out
I'm so hi-hi-high
Let me take another pull-pull, of that dope
I'm so hi-hi-high
Smoked out, smoked out, smoked out
Smoked out
I'm so hi-hi-high
Let me take another pull-pull of that dope
Loced out, loced out, loced out, loced out,
I'm so hi-hi-high
Let me take another pull-pull of that dope
Loced out, loced out, loced out, loced out
I'm so hi-hi-hi-hi-hi-high

[Intro: DJ Fela & Playa Squad]
You did good, $lick
It's a smash
Lickin’ up some busta's shit
Kick back in a chronic zone
Chicken fuckin' with my mind
Lickin’ up some busta's shit
Lickin' up some busta's shit
Kick back in a chronic zone
Chicken fuckin' with my mind
Lickin' up some busta's shit
Now tell y'all, how to do a crime
Kick back in a chronic zone
Chicken fuckin’ with my mind
Lickin’ up some busta's shit
Lickin’ up some busta's shit
Kick back in a chronic zone
Chicken fuckin' with my mind
Lickin' up some busta’s shit
Now tell y'all, how to do a crime

[Verse 1: Ruby da Cherry]
Ayy, yuh (It's us)
God damn it, I'm on another planet (Uh)
Why they call me Oddy Nuff? You'll never understand it (Yeah)
Keep a strap on me, just in case I'm ever stranded (Pew, pew, pew, pew)
Ready to up the fire, now you lookin' like a busted pomegranatе (Uh)
Hop in the Mercedеs spaceship, don't panic (Ah)
Crash land in Louisiana like I fuckin' planned it (Planned it)
It's strictly no photos, especially if they candid (Ah)
She call me daddy 'cause her pussy mine and I demand it (Yuh)
Branded, and so are all my G59 bandits (Grey!)
Hate on suicide, but we all know that you stan it (Hahaha)
The way I played the hand, that I was dealt you'd think I'm Gambit (Ah)
Holdin' up the five-nine skull like I'm Hamlet

[Bridge: $crim, DJ Fela & Playa Squad]
Kick back in a chronic zone
Chicken fuckin' with my mind
Lickin' up some busta's shit
Lickin' up some busta's shit
Kick back in a chronic zone
Chicken fuckin' with my mind
Lickin' up some busta's shit
Now tell y'all, how to do a crime
I'm on my pimp shit (Oh)
Ayy, yeah (Oh, yeah, oh)

[Verse 2: $crim]
I'm in New Orleans, off them Percocets
Like I'm Sean Payton (Who that?)
Bitches hit my line, I said "Not today, Satan" (Not today)
Fine dining in a pair of crocs
Gripping Kimber Glocks
Watching money turnin' fam to opps, what a paradox (Go, go, go)
Never could take none of them serious (North!) they just made me curious (North!)
Of how they so pussy, but don't ever have a period (That's true, North!)
Stars up, where the ceilin' is (North!)
Donald Trump interior (North!)
Heroin came from Syria (Chill)
'Kay, I'm finished, Sike!
Invade a bitches throat
Then evade the conversation (Skrrt)
Checkin' expiration dates, my only moderation
Went from broke in a shed
To a billion valuation (Grey, grey, grey)
Still that skinny, pimpin', drug takin' caucasian (What?)

[Outro: DJ Fela & Playa Squad]
Lick, lick-lick
Lickin' up some busta's shit
Lick, lick-lick
Lickin' up some busta's shit

[Intro: Lara Moritz & John Hughes]
A self confessed serial killer talks exclusively to Channel 9
John Hughes admits killing a truck driver along I-29 in October of 2008
But he told me he has murdered many more people
And tonight we take you inside the mind of a serial killer
I don't think like normal people, never have
Have racing y— thoughts
It's been that way, since I was a kid
I'm constantly doesn't matter if I'm asleep or if I'm awake
I'm constantly thinkin' of a hundred things at one time
(You did good, $lick)
(It's a smash)
Okay, okay, okay

[Refrain: Killa B]
Bitches on my dick, 'cause they know, this shit is thick
And niggas in the mental, fatal shots to the temple
Bitches on my dick, 'cause they know, this shit is thick
And niggas in the mental, fatal shots to the temple

[Chorus: $crim]
Yeah, got me fucked up (Okay, okay, okay)
Yeah, got me fucked up (Yeah, yeah)
Ayy, got me fucked up (Okay, okay)
Yeah, ayy, yeah

[Verse 1: $crim]
Money what I'm 'bout (Wetto)
Too much cash to count (Brr)
Keep that bitch outside, ain't no hoes up in my house (Hahaha)
Smokin' out the ounce, uh
I'm watchin' recession (Yeah)
My bitch want affection, but I'm busy cleanin' weapons (Brr)
Pick up white trash, rolls presidential
I can't trust no mans, so me drivin' is essential (Skrrt)
Sippin' on some potion (Yeah)
I got no emotions (Nah)
Sold my opp a pack, now his dog is what he's smokin'
Since I was a youngin' I been moving like a MAC (Okay)
Fucking up a sac
Daddy smokin' crack (Let's get it)
By sixteen, I was pimpin', fuckin' bitches back to back (Let's get it)
Ben was with me in the trap, told me, "Rap and don't look back" (Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, get it, get it)
Wish my dog was here, so I can give him every plaque (Every plaque)
Hope he lookin' down with me counting every rack (Every rack)
This shit deeper than rap, mane this shit deeper than labels (Let's get it)
Kids eatin' dinner with no father at the table (Let's get it)
Gotta keep it stable (Let's get it)
Gotta keep it pushin' (Let's get it)
Them hoes, they got me fucked up, think I'm worried 'bout pussy
Right here where I should be (North)
Eastern B-L-O-C (Grey)
Grey *59 stayed F-U-C-K-E-D to the U-P

[Refrain: Killa B]
Bitches on my dick, 'cause they know, this shit is thick
And niggas in the mental, fatal shots to the temple
Bitches on my dick, 'cause they know, this shit is thick
And niggas in the mental, fatal shots to the temple

[Chorus: Ruby da Cherry]
Yeah, got me fucked up (Got me fucked up)
Yeah, got me fucked up (Ayy)
Yeah, got me fucked up
Got me fucked up (Fucked up)
Bitch, you got me fucked up

[Verse 2: Ruby da Cherry]
Six feet under ground, yeah, but I can go deeper
Always got my heater, raise the temp like I'm fighting off a fever
Sleep with one eye open, always winking at the reaper
Used to get so high, they found me aimlessly floatin' up in the ether
Ruby, bring the phonk
Movin' shadows when the night fall (Yeah)
Fuck, this shit is bunk, feel like I'm snortin' Chinese drywall
Play it smooth like a baby, make his bitch think that I might crawl
AMG Mercedes got the bark like it'll bite y'all
Shinin' so hard, I'm turnin' tunnels into bright halls (Shit)
Blacklisted, spray my name in red up on the white wall
Eyeballs all on me, man, I hate this fuckin' fame shit
Caught in broad daylight, fuck, it's too late, I can't shape shift (No)
Always lookin' down, they think that Ruby need a facelift
Everyday I send out doppelgangers in the same fit (Huh?)
Get the fuck away from me
Leave me the fuck alone
All of the credit I get is a lie, the whole time it was one of my clones (It was)
They say they got beef, but they chewin' up beyond meat (Beef, fuck off)
How these suckers think they on my level is beyond me
Boy, go get your bread up, shred some lettuce on that Bánh mì (Yeah, yeah)
Tryna tempt me with her honey, obvy, bitch, you got the wrong bee (Okay)

[Chorus: Ruby da Cherry & $crim, Ruby da Cherry]
Yeah, got me fucked up (Got me fucked up)
Yeah, got me fucked up (Ayy)
Yeah, got me fucked up
Got me fucked up
Bitch, you got me fucked up

[Intro]
Y-y-y (Y-y-y)
Y-y-y (Y-y-y)
You did good, $lick
La la la la (It's a smash)
La la la la la la la la la
La la la la
La la la la la la la la la
(Ha, hahaha, ha, hahaha, ha, hahaha, ha, let's go, let's go, let's go)

[Verse 1: $crim]
I was running up the dope before the dough (North)
You can check the records
Ever since I got conscious, dying was obvious, counting down the seconds
I was left with no options, snorting Oxys off a Smith & Wesson
Body filled with narcotics, fuck the optics, bitch, next question (Get the fuck outta here)
Smokin' like I been stressing (Smoke)
Hoes tryna read me, leave 'em dyslexic (Ho)
Get this weight off my chest like I'm bench pressing, ho, I'm big stepping (Wetto)
Jordan Clarkson with the Narcan
I shoot for thirty and that's with my off-hand
Walk in, they like, "Who let the dogs in?"
Kill myself before I let an opp win
Bitches begging me to get toxic, okay, let me go and pour a cup
Mom and dad would if they could, I ain't even mad they ain't showing up
Thinking 'bout it got me choking up, if I love her, time to blow it up
Pop on some Percs 'til I'm throwin' up
Then refresh on X like I'm scrolling up
Yeah, I got some wounds that ain't closing up (Let's get it)
Cuts on my body, no toning up (Let's get it)
Ghost that there ain't no disposing of (Let's go, let's go, ayy, ayy)
Emotionless, but the dose is up (Let's get it)
Fuck affection, I don't cozy up
You in my house, and that's close enough
I got problems with trust, I got problems with lust
Bitch, that's powder, not dust
Whole gang brain fucked
G*59, we the cult
They ain't nothing like us (Grey)
They say, "Huh?" I say, "What?"
I drink 'Tuss, they drink nut
They all pussies, get touched
Turn an opp to a slut
Turn his block to a blunt
Watch my dog, he got flushed
Looking at his first dead body
Life too painful and the game will change you
Have you saying, "Fuck everybody"
I don't give a fuck what they hear about me
Got a couple killers including Dre around me
Better think twice 'fore you play around me
Got more guns on me than a red county

[Verse 2: Ruby da Cherry]
Copped the Porsche 911, now I’m gettin’ randomly selected (What the fuck?)
Search for drugs and bombs and weapons
Wait a second (Huh), no need for aggression (Nope)
Just a common misconception bettin' that they'll threaten my profession (Prolly)
Their perception of who I am, won't make me question who I am, damn
Rose gold and morganite lookin' like a suicidal gesture
Knocked her ex-boyfriend the fuck out, just so I could impress her (Fuck him)
Just so I could undress her (Yeah)
Now I'm paying for the fall semester (God damn)
I told her to call me professor after winter break I'ma hand her off to my successor
Strive for the greater and never the lesser
Me and $crim made it without an investor
Yeah we survived suicidal adventures
Made a pact that we would never surrender (Huh?)
Never surrender (Say it again)
Made a pact that we would never surrender
Selling my soul to my dreams and my goals but I won't ever stop until I'm on the stretcher
There's a demon in me and I think it might've overstayed its' welcome (Uhh)
There's a demon in me and it's helping me to reach a state of bedlam (Uh-oh)
Snorting these pills like I'm trying to smell them
I'm declarin' war on my cerebellum (Ayy)
My worst enemy is the version of me that I can't even fucking remember (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Uh, yeah
Ruby been destined for the looney bin
Round my finger the uzi spins
While I'm chugging some bougie gin, lose or win
I'm never slowing down like, we losin' wind, I'm grooming them for death
'Cause my lifestyle, will have you choosin' limbs, the moon is dim
Tonight I'll have to remain locked up in my tomb again
Took too many xans I started asking who is $crim? The knot is loose again
Someone tied the noose too thin
Living life like pulling teeth I'll die with a toothless grin

[Outro]
Oh, you better run boy, get those fucking legs going
Oh, you better run boy, get those fucking legs going
Oh, you better run boy, get those fucking legs going
Oh, you better run boy, get those fucking legs going
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