I just left a show in Brooklyn Now I'm in the kitchen with the dope cooking 4 bitches calling on my cell 12 know I got intent to sell Bucking and jumping with Smurf up in Memphis Run up get done up got blood on my tennis Don't need no talking don't finish your sentence If I'm ever surrounded you know it's by bitches Xan's and lean in the styrofoam Don't mind me my mind is gone Buncha bitches and plenty smoke Hustle Family $uicide Scope to your throat
[Verse 2: Ruby da Cherry]
Hot drop Drop top Top Drop Hoes drop it like its hot Yeah bitch I'm the shit Wipe me down Ruby da Cherry got 6 blunts, got 6 cuts, got 6 stunts These hoes wouldn't talk to me before that but Wipe me down Chop sticks and a plate of rice Got the block lit you ain't safe with ice Stocking the slots Wipe me down Grey kicks Grey T Grey Hoodie Grey rag tied around my face Wipe me down Smurf rolling up the blunt Slick chilling in the cut Me? I'm just too fucked up ho