Paris

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"

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

Aye