Lyrics

I be that- I be that- ($ui- $ui-) I be that- I be that skinny fiend sippin' lean, caffeine with codeine I'm smoking nicotine, PCP, pills in my cuisine I'm fucking draped in suede, wrist dismayed, $uicide renegade Pop a couple waves up in my grave, carvin' my skin with the blade I-I don't fuck with squealers, known drug dealer, stealer with the sealer $lickity always wrecked, bitch, get checked Grey 5-9 the set, chopper make 'em wet Watch me flex, y'all just second best Never second guess, manifest, triple six 'til death Ruby ain't my motherfucking true name If I wrote it down, it would combust into a blue flame Gloom gang banging, whole crew slain Bodies in the suitcase, polo body bag full of bootlegs Two-two-faced bitch, sick a duck Got your bitch laying goose eggs Two fangs growing, got a toothache Tie me up like a shoe-string, let the noose hang Out of my box, I need a new frame Ruby da Cherry ain't got a pocket full of fruitcake Bruce Wayne wannabe Fuck with me, I'll probably give you somethin' free Honeys surroundin' around me because I'm buzzin' like a fucking bumblebee Most of my raps are fucking tongue-in-cheek Fungus in my lungs, dungeon reeks of crumbling weed Another-another day, another fee Pile of fucking dirt, you will find me underneath, yah, yah
Writer(s): Aristos Petrou, Scott Arcenaux Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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