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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ruby Da Cherry
Ruby Da Cherry
Vocals
Scrim
Scrim
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aristos Petrou
Aristos Petrou
Songwriter
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Budd Dwyer
Budd Dwyer
Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Mike Foster
Mike Foster
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Play me some of that $uicide pimpin' man
[Verse 2]
You motherfuckers pitiful, I'm too sick of you
I'm a walking visual, you boys refillable
Unforgivable once you cross me, hoe
Now you a motherfucking stain to Lil Cut Throat (Pow)
Let the gun bang
Nuts hang, drug game ain't the same
"$avage" tatted on my face
Grey ape
Blazin' while we hotbox
Fuck a badge, fuck a cop even if the K hot
Watch me bust on any block
Northside knotty
Scope on the shotty
Semi blow ya body
Tony gripping on the Tommy, bitch
[Verse 3]
I bite the head off a bat like I'm Ozzy
You got a problem, motherfucker? Come and try me
I'm nothing like what you punk boys wanna embody
Norf, Norf, East Side *59
Tony grip a Tommy
Fuck around, end up with your body, autopsy
I be that walking zombie, bath salts, eating bodies
Three choppas and a shotty shooting everybody
[Verse 4]
Cigarette wet
Bumping Boosie Badazz
On them drugs, jiggin', jaws locked, clinching
Trigger finger itching if you think I'm kidding
Smoke leaking from the sticky that we smoking, boy
Fuck a Backwood, Swishers what I use, boy
Smoke what I choose, do what I wanna do
Motherfuck you and your punk friends too
[Verse 5]
Ruby
Ruby blunt lit, lungs itch, bitch, I like the sting
Smoking potent, thinking I'm the chosen one, bitch, I'm a king
I can hear my dead homies sing
Now my eyes always hurtin'
Wiping tears with diamond rings, yeah, aye
[Verse 6]
Hol' up, fuckboy, who the fuck said we cool?
Man, I quit smoking with hypebeasts back in 2002
What it do? Motherfucker I'ma fool
Ruby Da Cherry is coolin' with goblins
If you got a problem, then you better move
From the womb to the tomb
Busting out early, busting out soon
Blackout the city, I'm back on them 30s
In 'bout 20 minutes we'll be on the moon, uh
[Verse 7]
Drugs got me fucked up
Sluts got me drugged up, fuck
Slap my face against a pill to crush it up
Government ID helps me get high
Seeing stars in the mirror like I'm looking with a bright beam
Lime green paint but the rims looking Spike Lee
Mighty sloppy might be cocky, am I in the right scene?
Highly unlikely, and I'm willing to fucking bet
[Verse 8]
Leave a pussy wet
Then I leave a pussy wet
I'm a fucking vet
I'm a motherfucking threat
G*59 the set
G*59 will make you sweat
"I don't give a fuck" is my fucking epithet
Lace up my Nike Decades
Meet me at Heaven's Gate
7th Ward by the lake till my death
[Verse 9]
(You come off of your drunken stupor from Bourbon Street, Saturday night)
(Get up in time to go to mass on Sunday morning)
(And you tell God you're sorry for your drunkenness)
(Only to go back out tonight and get wasted again)
Written by: Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux, Scott Arceneaux Jr.
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