| Ayy, ayy, ayy, tell me what you know
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| 'Bout a motherfucker out the bottom, with a gold grill gleamin'
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| Makin' all these hoes problems
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| Stalker, creepin' out the fuckin' dungeon
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| Switchblade on 'em, hit the guts like a pumpkin, dumpin'
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| Thirty rounds of the clip, off rip
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| Too thick with the stick, bet I won't miss
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| Lil $lick real sick, don't talk shit
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| Whip, whip, like a brick scale on fish
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| $uicide, night time, no, we don't fight crime, oh
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| It's the Grey*59 with the real red eyes, and we dying inside, ooh
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| Bodies in fluoride, let the rope untie, just crucify me
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| Yung Christ wrists sliced, couple hoes on ice, singing "R.I.P!"
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| Ruby was a motherfucking reject
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| Then I cut my wrists, and now I motherfucking bleed checks
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| Still broke
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| After all the motherfucking weed gets rolled
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| Hoes askin' if I see a ghost
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| Tell 'em, "No, I just seep smoke when the weed's blown"
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| She chokes from the deep-throat, three feet of rope, lethal
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| Slay the fuckin' sheep, so evil
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| I'ma hang myself, and then I get to see home
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| Ruby a fucking demon, ayy, uh
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| Ruby got a cult now, hoes tryna bolt down
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| Ruby the result of a reject from a small town
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| Turned into a demon, I'm evolved now
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| Loud growl, $now Leopard on the prowl, ayy
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| Stay the fuck back, ho
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| Slay the whole pack, ho
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| Paint the globe black, ho (Ayy)
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| Soon I will shed this skin, turn to the devil, then I'll never reminisce
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| Ayy |