Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Germ
Vocals
Ruby Da Cherry
Vocals
Scrim
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Songwriter
Aristos Petrou
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Budd Dwyer
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
It's that gutter motherfucker from the north side (North side)
Gold on my teeth, I got the frostbite (Frostbite)
Still up in my hood, but my bands right (Bands right)
Smokin' rock tar out the glass pipe (Glass pipe)
Swervin' while I'm passin' up the red lights
Couple Xanax in me, need my mind right, mind right
Everybody say good night to the bad guy
I'm from a place in the dark where the dead die, dead die
[Verse 2]
Fuck your motherfuckin' camera if you (Fuck your motherfuckin' camera)
When they come to Heaven's gate, she can
Slick Rick, how I pimp on a bitch, how 'bout that
Slit wrist, drip, drip, till I end, suicide
[Verse 3]
Ruby da Cherry
Frozen, posted with the script bottle open
Drippin' like a faucet, broken
You think that you the fuckin' wave? I got the ocean flowin'
You think that you won't catch the fade
Then don't be fuckin' lokin'
Turn your head to marmalade
Then light a blunt, I'm fuckin' smokin'
Choke, I got ten I'm 'bout to hang
That pussy boy claim that he misspoken
Now he boastin', third coastin'
Dirty south, I'm slangin' blades just like a fuckin' frozen shogun
Sippin' spells and muddy potion
Pull up and I flood the function
Got a bag, I leave it close and money come and go
Sometimes you broke, sometimes you loaded
Feel so broke, I need to get loaded
"Fuck you" always been my slogan
Curvin' hoes and blowin' O's
I'm slowly rollin' potent
Gonna overdose, at least I'm hopin'
[Verse 4]
Bags to get
Only select few, fuck the rest
Big ass rude lil' bitch, swallow the stick
30 round sack left her wet, bag of cess
Hit the button for the top on the 'Vette
Bet that hoe ain't never seen nothin' like this
Big Pun, rocks on my wrist
I bet you love me, bruh, you look just like me
Fuck back to back sluts, no fucks, just sucks
At ease, boy, catch up (****)
Front of Saks, five fifths, smoke sack
I just wanna dab
Too much passion, kiss my ass
Pull off in that Jag
Gucci my V guts can't be touched
Came in broken, pick me up
Young **** out here know what's up
Back at the coupe, big boof
Neck bein' thrown, she the truth
Bow down, salute, ski mask tucked tight
Weak ass crumb, give me the loot
Written by: Aristos Petrou, Jason R Antoine, Scott Arcenaux, Scott Arceneaux Jr.