(Like-, alright, okay)

(My life would be so shit)

(Playas never dou-)(It′s a smash!)

(You did good, $lick)

I'm with that fuck shit

Pull up, we get buck quick

My hoe down like Faye but

Sometimes she can be a dumb bitch

Out here since a young jit

Nitrous got my lungs lit

Wake up from a blackout

Getting head while I′m in Publix (ri-, ri-)

Ridin' through the hood like, "What it do?"

Prolly off a pill or two

Pulled that .44 out

They start talkin' like they Scooby Doo

Mobbing with my potnahs

We pop in, no knocking

Nod- Nod- Nodding off that dope and

For dessert just ate Neurontin

Hit a stain, make a name

For a lame TikTok

Northside, Grey the gang

2nd World, Eastern Bloc

I might rock it off the flock

I might rock it off Apache

I might fuck up on that bitch

If she got a pack of Plan B (mane, show you)

How that Glock work

Show you how to pop first

White trash, young man

Mop ′em up like Joe Dirt

My hoe like her throat hurt

Suck it for a nip tuck

That bitch tried to tell me that I′m sick

So what that make her?

I just bought some land off my LAL

Kilo of some GLD

Still the same mane

Gripping AKs, wearing FTP

Paint 'em like an NFT

Got them scripts, no PhD

My bitch brain insane

But she only got her GED

Gang coast to coast

Yea, I know me a few robbers

Dope game farm to table

Ain′t no fent' up in my product

"Huh, bruh, damn son"

"Who the fuck raised you?"

Cutthroats and them savages

How you think I got this name, boo? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I could show you how to get it poppin′

Ruby da Cherry ain't got no option

All these hoes keep fuckin′ flockin'

All these hoes tryna gimme noggin

Snort a line of heron

Then tell her she way too toxic

Yeah, I'm slidin′ on these bitches

Like my feet were made for moppin′ (I- I-)

I can't stop it if I wanted to

Glock up in my foreign coupé

Scrapin′ up the concrete

S500 on them 22's

Motorola phone

When I′m dialing up my potnah

Think I'm being followed

By a fed in an unmarked Impala

Skrilla squalla what I′m after

I get money, hoe, by any means

Pa- Pa- Paper chasin' every day

I keep them rocks up in my cleats

Cut me with some scissors

You gon' see how much I fuckin′ bleed

But I′ll come back with fucking tanks

And blow yo' shit to smithereens

Blick on me, clique on me

G59 the fuckin′ set

$uicide 'til death

I′ll yell it pokin' out my fuckin′ chest

Live from the 5

Put the 0 behind the 4

Make a point before the numbers

Just to let you bitches know

I- I- I got five killas and they all

Down to fuckin' ride

I can call on any of 'em if you

Down to fuckin′ die

Walk it how I talk it, bitch, and

I ain′t got no fuckin' lisp

Whisper my forbidden name and

Give my hand a fuckin′ kiss (out- out-)

Out the mud, out the mist

Ruby take the form of shadows

Follow me back to the gates of hell

We regroup at the gallows

I can smell the scent of blood and

I can smell the scent of piss

Leave ya' body rottin′

Lock ya' soul up in the black abyss

Bli- Bli- Blick on me, clique on me

G59 the fuckin′ set

$uicide 'til death

I'll yell it pokin′ out my fuckin′ chest

Blick on me, clique on me

G59 the fuckin' set (No- No- No-)

Northside, Grey the gang

2nd World, Eastern Bloc

Northside, Grey the gang

2nd World, Eastern Bloc ($ui- $ui-)

$uicide ′til death

I'll yell it pokin′ out my fuckin' chest