It's a Smash!
Play-play-play-play-players never doubt
You did good, $lick
[$crim]
It's that demented motherfucker, I'm kickin' it with my brothers
Repping the *59, you know Grey the fucking color
My gat' screamin', “Kill 'em Wetto, hit 'em where they lay”
Smokin' 'em like some indo, let the pistol up and spray
Never could be fucked with, my dick, they love to suck it
They calling me game seven Slick, I switch a bitch like subjects
Pull up continental, make a hoe get sentimental
I got 18K in dental, ballin' with no fundamentals
Michael Jackson off a thriller dose, hold off on the killer dose
Cookin' up in a rental (Bam!), Emeril with the chemical
Grippin' on my genitals, Northside general
Pull up in that Benz, Forgis turn it something cynical, anyway (Northside!)
Thinking I'm 'bout to die by anyday (Northside)
Half high pass five (Northside), rollin' up that Mary Jay (Northside)
I might drop 30 like I'm Curry (Northside) with no NBA (Northside)
Hop out, Eddie Murray with the stick (Northside) and let it swing away (Northside)
Hot boy turn the block out, pimping out the crack house
Macking up on these bitches, flew a hoe to fuck from Krakow
My dick threw her back out, packed and flew her back out
Been running and gunning and fucking, all while tripping in a black out
Mane, it's the killer (North), Northside Guerilla
Mom and dad both fiends and my ex a pill dealer (Northside)
Tell me who keep it realer? There's no drug I ain't touched
Basquiat your face, and I Banksy your place up
Boy aim with your face up, they clowns with no make up
This me before warm ups, I ain't even laced up
Fuckboy get your rank up, robbing and dealing and homicide
Spice one, Wetto from the ghetto, I was born to die
[Ruby da Cherry]
Ruby gettin' up in them gizzards, neck look like a blizzard
Keepin' an eye on these snakes in the grass, so I move just like a lizard
Backwood tastes vanilla, popping painkillers
Grip the .45, I feel like the Grey Gorilla
Chickenheads flocking, they think I'm a quesadilla
Beating up the pussy, I must be a lady killer, yeah
Papa Pine, break yo' spine, rub her clit likes it's a vibe
Now she's asking what's my sign, so I threw up the *59
I'm the Lord of the 7th Ward, pick the lock on heaven's door
Feel no need to settle scores, leave pussies red and sore
Never called her back, she breakin' down like metalcore
Everybody steals my sauce like they fiending for peppercoin (7th Ward)
Check the score (7th Ward), Grey*59, five and zero in the fourth (7th Ward)
What a chore, rolled a blunt so big (7th Ward) we'll have to light it with a torch (7th Ward)
Whip looks like it might've lost the Second World War, yah (7th Ward)
Ruby such an animal (7th Ward)
7th Ward Dragon, when I breathe it's fucking flammable
Keep my click tight and isolated like we cannibals
Spit so many bars you'll think infinity is tangible
All these fucking chains, you would think I'm wearing mannacles
Yeah, bitch, tell me what's happenin'
Dick so big, I'll turn her pussy to the Grand Canyon
All my haters pussy, like I keep on smelling salmon
Keep it old school, I might pull up with a cannon
Yeah, bitch, tell me what it is
Wake up with a smile, picking out the right fit
O.J. in the mornin', like I stabbed a white bitch
Every color in the fucking rainbow, suck my white dick
Wait for a beep, dial 5-9 and hit the pound
Um, okay, so I'll talk to you later
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