[Verse 1: Ruby da Cherry]
Chilling in my hood, ice water in cold cup
Just to keep my cup cold, babys all good
Grey rag 'round my face, bloody switch blade clipped on my hip
Gold gun on my f**ing waist
Crucify me on the street light hoe
I'm a f**ing psycho like a psychic with this motherf**in' mic blown up
[Verse 2: $crim]
k** for the Seventh, die for gray
f** these b**hes then I disappear and fade away
The only way I'm stickin' 'round is for the petty cash
Movin' fast, smokin' gawdy with a touch of hash
Bust his a**
If you comin' lookin' for the drama
Up the llama, got more bottles than a baby moma
Young Stevie Wonder with the thunder on my trigger finger
I swear this ditch smell a dead body always linger
Come get your issue, hoe