[INTRO: JUICY J]
Play me some of that $uicide pimpin' man
[VERSE I: LIL CUT THROAT]
You motherf**ers pitiful, I'm just sick of you
I'm a walking visual, you boys refillable
Unforgivable
Once you cross me, hoe
Now you a motherf**ing stain to Lil Cut Throat (blaow!)
Let the Glock bang
Nuts hang, drug game ain't the same
“Savage” tatted on my face
Grey ape
Blazing while we hotbox
f** a badge, f** a cop even if the K hot
Watch me bust on any block
Northside, 90 scope on the shotty
Semi blow your body
Tony gripping on the Tommy, b**h
I break the head off a bat like I'm Ozzy
You got a problem motherf**er? Come and try me
I'm nothing like what you punk boys wanna embody
Norf, Norf, East Side *59
Tony gripping Tommy
f** around end up with your body
Autopsy
I be that walking zombie, bath salts
Eating bodies
Three choppas and the shottys shooting everybody
Cigarette wet
Bumping Boosie Badazz
On them d**
Cheeky jaws, locked clitch
Trigger finger itching, if you think I'm kidding
Smoke leaking from the sticky that we smoking, boy
f** a Backwoods, Swisha's what I use, boy
Smoke what I choose, do what I wanna do
Motherf** you and (Ruby–) your punk friends too
[VERSE II: RUBY DA CHERRY]
Ruby blunt lit, lungs itch
b**h, I like the sting
Smoking potent
Thinkin' I'm the chosen one
b**h, I'm a king
I can hear my dead homies saying
Now my eyes always hurting, wiping tears with diamond rings, yeah, aye
Hold up f**boy, who the f** said we cool?
Man, I quit smoking with hypebeasts back in 2002
What it do?
Motherf**er, I'm a fool
Ruby Da Cherry is cooling with goblins
If you got a problem, then you better move
From the womb, to the tomb
Busting out early, busting out soon
Black-out the city, I'm back on them 30s
In about 20 minutes I'm gonna be on the moon, uh
Drugs got me f**ed up, s*uts got me drugged up, f**
Slam my face against a pill to crush it up
Government ID helps me get high, seeing stars in the mirror like I'm looking with a pipe beam
Nine-gram ring but the rims looking sparkly
Mighty sloppy, might be co*ky
Am I in the right scene?
Highly unlikely, and I'm willing to f**ing bet
Leave a p**y wet then I leave a p**y wet
I'm a f**ing vet
I'm a motherf**ing threat
G*59 the set
G*59 will make you sweat
I don't give a f**, kiss my f**ing epithet
Lace up my Nikes Decades meet me at Heaven's Gate
7th Ward by the lake 'till my d**h
[Outro]
He'll come off of your drunken stupid from Burman Street, Saturday night! Get up in time to go to ma** on Sunday morning—and you tell God you're sorry for your drunkenness, only to go back out tonight and get wasted again