Steady ridin' low Eyes steady swole Feel like Death Row, 1994 $uicide tears dripping off our mothers Bullets in the chamber of the pistols in the cubbert Got a couple black tees with that indo sparking Bitch don't even look my way because I fucking hate talking Got them spinners on a hearse Bitches for desert Pour me up a four I'm sipping codeine till the dirt
[Verse 2: Ruby da Cherry]
Riding round Texas in a Lexus with a Florida license plate Out of state Eating grapes Blowing dank No we ain't Bitch it's the driest fucking week wheat Slick having a panic attack put the Mac on his lap and now he making beats Smurf in the back trying to get some sleep Gas tank on E Not a stain on me Sun set cool breeze Looking at the moon and then I turn into a goon I'm doing what I please Throwing up some fucking 3's