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[Ruby Da Cherry & Scrim]
(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, fuck these boys)
Woah-woah, woah, woah-woah-woah (2nd World)

[Scrim]
Yeah, tell me what you know about me (Uh-uh)
Yung cracker with the all gold teeth (Ayy, turn me up)

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)
Motherfuck police, I vibe with the fiends, t-too live like a stream, *59 the regime

[Scrim]
Yeah, ayy, came up with the fuck-ups
Yeah, ayy, so I can't help but fuck up
Yeah, ayy, came up with the fuck-ups
Yeah, hold up, we tell 'em, "Shut the fuck up"

[Scrim]
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 bitch 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
Fuck around and break my jaw before I ever go talk to the laws

[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)

[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 bitch
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

[Ruby Da Cherry]
Yeah, ayy, came up with the fuck-ups
Yeah, ayy, so I can't help but fuck up
Yeah, ayy, came up with the fuck-ups
Yeah, hol' up, we tell 'em, "Shut the fuck up"

[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

[Ruby Da Cherry & Scrim]
Woah-woah, woah, woah-woah-woah (Grey*59, bitch; yeah-yeah-yeah, Northside shit, y'know I'm sayin')
Woah-woah, woah, woah-woah-woah (Yeah-yeah-yeah; $ui-$ui-$uicide, Yung Wetto, $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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