Gloss of Blood

Seventh ward posted with lil uzi ducking hand cuffs

Got my whole body itching, bitch, because I'm tramped up

Rather put a bullet in my brain before I'm slammed up

Pimpin' out the Chevy, swisher in my pimp hand, bro

Too concerned with fucking hoes, I'd rather just curve a bitch

Suicidal thoughts stuck in my head depression permanent

I'll murder you, then fuck your hoe, and then proceed to burn your shit

Slickity sloth, the fucking menace, and the extortionate

(Ruby with the uzi oh no, picking up an O for a bitch I don't know)

(Ruby so wavy, need a bigger rowboat, row, row, row)

(Motherfucker, you a slowpoke)

Snow leopard tethered, I know

So he shackled with strap made of leather from Polo

His tenure dependent on more snow

More glow from the rope that holds his throat

Free my soul and send in the po-po

Maybe he be better with no globe, no pope

No robes, no dope, no hope for humanity

Meant to end tragedy, $uicide ain't for vanity

No honor or majesty, Oddy the ho Leopard stay solo