[Intro:]
Gold on my big nine, now I’m finna shoot to k**
If you bustas slippin’ [?] I’m finna do the deal
Gold on my big nine, now I’m finna shoot to k**
If you bustas slippin’ [?] I’m finna do the deal
Gold on my big nine, now I’m finna shoot to k**
If you bustas slippin’ [?] I’m finna do the deal
Gold on my big nine, now I’m finna shoot to k**
If you bustas slippin’ [?] I’m finna do the deal (Mafia!)
Gold on my big nine, now I’m finna shoot to k** (Aye, aye)
(Ruby, you got it?)
If you bustas slippin’ [?] I’m finna do the deal
[Verse 1: YUNG PLAGUE &]
Straight out of hell
Ring the bells
Plague is here to stay
[?]
[?] follow me in your grave
Ain’t got no protection ’cause I’ve been since the end of f**ing times
My kingdom come, thy will be done, and still you’re wondering who am I?
I am the devil’s son born and raised
Fictitious $uicide googly eyes tell me more, okay?
Praise the f**in’ devil god can s** my dick, I scorch the veins
Making mountains crumble glaciers meltin’, oceans swellin’
I’m the lord of the plagues
Gold on my bi–
Wait a f**ing minute—I got more to say
Threatenin’ swordplay, still the same name
‘Cause the chip on my soul bleeds [?]
Lil Plague make a forte, sitck it with the gourmet
Hot and [?]
For war, we pray
Fate is cold and no way I get through the door frame
[Hook: RUBY DA CHERRY]
For war, we pray
7th Ward, the Grave
For war, we pray
7th Ward, the Grave
For war, we pray
7th Ward, the Grave
For war, we pray
[Verse 2: YUNG $CARECROW]
d**h is inevitable
The f**ing $carecrow
Walking on his tip-toes
While your blood stay, we’ll flow
You know, mister typical
Hearing the f**ing voices through my window
(Begging to be dead!)
But no worries, just like Chuckie
Cutthroat got the blade and a knife
Made that rise for the Yung Christ, never even died
My father just forsaken, I
I’m still $uicide until I die
It’s an eye for an eye
Speaking of eye, I (someone help me out)
See the reaper having a busy season
Won’t even let me rest while I’m sleepin’
It’s getting harder to watch from the bleachers
The father of evil, like Knievel Ruby and I stay jumping over people (Mafia)
Xanax evil
Close to lethal
Cigarette breathing junkie, used to needles
So I threw ra-pa-pac up (pow! pow! pow! pow!)
Load a nine up, my time’s up, yeah (yeah, yeah)
[Outro: YUNG $CARECROW]
Grew up a f** up
Load a nine up (f** all this sh**)
My time’s up, f**