Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Vocals
Aristos Petrou
Vocals
Budd Dwyer
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Songwriter
Aristos Petrou
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Budd Dwyer
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Aye, aye, aye
Tell me what you know
'Bout a motherfucker out the bottom with a gold grill gleamin'
Makin' all these hoes problems
Stalker, creepin' out the fuckin' dungeon
Switchblade on 'em, hit the guts like a pumpkin, dumpin'
Thirty rounds off the clip, off rip
Too thick with the stick, bet I won't miss
Lil $lick real sick, don't talk shit
Whip-whip, like a brick scale on fish
$uicide nighttime, no, we don't fight crime, oh
It's the Grey*59 with the real red eyes and we dyin' inside, oh
Bodies in fluoride, let the rope untie, just crucify me
Yung Christ wrists sliced, couple hoes on ice, singin' "R.I.P"
[Verse 2]
Ruby was a motherfuckin' reject
Then I cut my wrists and now I motherfuckin' bleed checks
Still broke, after all the motherfuckin' weed gets rolled
Hoes askin' if I see a ghost, tell 'em no, I just seep smoke
When the weed's blown, she chokes from the deep-throat
Three feet of rope, lethal, slay the fuckin' sheep, so evil
I'ma hang myself and then I get to see home
Ruby, a fuckin' demon
Aye, uh
Ruby got a cult now, hoes tryna bolt down
Ruby the result of a reject from a small town
Turned into a demon, I'm evolved now
Loud growl, $now Leopard on the prowl, aye
Stay the fuck back hoe, slay the whole pack, hoe
Paint the globe black, hoe, aye
Soon I will shed this skin, turn to the devil
Then I'll never reminisce
[Outro]
Aye
Written by: Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux, Scott Arceneaux Jr.