[Ruby da Cherry]
I be at the bottom of the ocean on the floor
I don't float because I'm wearing too much gold around my throat
Look at me glow
Can't even see out my eyes anymore
Hood up and I'm ready to go
Slicing my way
Bitch I'm icing my chain
Let it cool off because it just came out the flame
Insane is the claim and yeah chaos the click
Lay off my style bitch go lay in a ditch
Catch me a fuck boy and give him to Slick
He's so used to this shit
Yeah he know a good spot
Right around 666 o'clock
Got another drop so I flock to the dock
Tie a fucking knot
Fly swatting
Got your body rotting in the fucking yacht
Got to mop up the slop to get of the smell because that's what bring the cops
Spraying that Tommy all over your self
And now Slick keep on asking me how do you spell "Welcome to hell?"
I told him "Go kill yourself"
Then I threw his body in the motherfucking swell
[ Tony with the Tommy]
Yung Slenderman, get the cash when I can
Got a pint for the low and a bag of them xans
Lo-fi shawty, come and die for me
Shoot a mother fucker, I'm that Tommy gripping Tony
Yung Camcorder, I'ma internet explorer
Die for fun getting high off of torture
Switchblade Scrim, smoking on hemp
Every time I sold a bag you know that mother fucker skimp
Posted in the cut hoe
Smoke 100 blunts hoe
Very simple living, bitch
Give a fuck about getting rich
When I didn't have plays you wasn't on my dick
Now a player getting big you all on my shit
Mark of Satan, Triple 6
Getting dope sick when I don't have drugs
Young white boy with one gold slug
Suicide dreams like Kurt Cobain
When I teach a lesson that Glock go bang
No serving a purpose
Get pussy for free when I know that you purchase
Bitch, I'm for certain
Murk a mother fucker now that's closed curtains
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