I be that skinny fiend sippin' lean,
I'm smoking nicotine, PCP, pills in my cuisine
I'm fucking draped in suede, wrist dismayed
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*59 the set, chopper make 'em wet
Watch me flex, y'all just second best
Manifest, triple six 'til death
Ruby ain't my motherfucking true name
it would combust into a blue flame
Gloom gang banging, whole crew slain
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,
Out of my box, I need a new frame
Ruby da Cherry ain't got a pocket
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
dungeon reeks of crumbling weed
Ano-another day, another fee
you will find me underneath, yah, yah
