[Ruby da Cherry:]
Got a bunch of baggage
Got a bunch of bags up in the attic hiding all my bad habits
Slick? He got some bad habits
Plus he’s asthmatic
All the smoke that I be dragging bitch
I need some casket for my fucking lungs they fucking damaged
Like the Black Flag, classic Sabbath?
Never heard of that, shit
Bitch I work, it ain’t for assets
Roll a solo blunt, no matching
It’s because of all the gadgets why I keep a social status
Fucking phones and tablets
Bitch I do this shit just for JEFE
Yeah he told me make it happen then he died in that tragic car crash
And every time I think of that I’m flicking ashes
Yeah it sucks when you realize life is fast
And I’m a fucking cashless organism trying to thrive inside a habitat that’s plastic
[$lick $loth:]
It’s the bastard motherfucker that ya momma said don’t hang with
Meet me in the gallows bitch I promise that it’s painless
Stupid mother fucka’s thinking that we on the same shit
Cock it back and then I yell
Okay here comes the pain bitch
Up in gangster’s paradise
Could give a fuck about your life
Everytime I roll the dice
Sixes popping up twice
Bitches trynna sacrifice their pussy, but I am not enticed
Good try ho
I do this shit for Dirt, so I ain’t got the time ho
Don’t like nobody, and I think that’s all you need to know
Walkin’ on water while I’m surrounded by some crows
And when I hit the other side, I’m blowing on some dope