Juicy J - Carrollton lyrics

[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