Ruby da Cherry - West End lyrics

[Verse 1: Slick Sloth] Ay Slick it's yo conscience See you building up violence You itching to murder, itching to merk em You know what I gotta say k** em all and get locked away k** yourself and just end this pain You gonna burn in hell anyways f** the preachers and what they say Grip the A to the K and and then let it spray Grip the Mac and just go insane Grab a b**h f** her once and don't ever call Get that money and then you say f** and we ball They don't want you to win just always fall But I'm torn tourin' for spring, summer, and the fall Wake up and pop me a Adderall Wake up and pop me two Adderall Got the sticks and we don't let that ladder fall [Verse 2: 7th Ward Lord] Back in New Orleans Back in the rat trap Always storming in the spring time 7th Ward in the storm like a bathtub below a plug with the chord in Looking gorgeous when lightning strikes Don't let the who*e in b**h I'm recording Red light Ruby with a groupie when he touring in the foreign But when he in the 7th the lonely lord is reborn to his final form Heart stops like a red light Lead pipe Bash in my skull Smoke a rock of crack Gla** in my gallbladder co*k it back Headlights Eye contacts very important when you driving around in a storm Riding in a corvette in the 7th ward with the 7th Ward Lord The blood has been poured on the mud Now we gorge on the flood Lit the torch with a rub [Verse 3: Germ] Ran up on ya Druggin' Slowly shoving perkys in my mouth Told you I'm losing it Clutching the chopper b**h ready to eat some sh** Catch me in traffic serving [?} and bad decisions [Packs?] of b**hes f** I love ‘em f** 'em duck 'em b**h I'm running through bodies of oppositions Taking my position is not existent b**h I do this [?] of misfits Kicking sh** over Out of order Lurkin' [?] Droppin' bombs where your city is Respect for nobody No fair ones I'm calling it now Not f**ing around with [?] I load the Trey-Five-Seven Let you [?] underground Whippin' the Rover in Boulder I'm smokin' the finest While your [?] sweetheart Handle my [bic] like a thief in the night