Ruby da Cherry - f** Y'all Hoes lyrics

[ Verse 1 : Germ ] b**h I been that motherf**er always loaded hoping that these f*ggots f**ing die Middle finger to the sky, dirty nasty suicide Midget b**h with me holdin' dirty 9 Cross in line little b**h I never gave a f** Ask if I did nothin', who lit em' up Locate yo' b**h little b**h I f** around, feed her skeezer musty dick Chevy ridin' , swervin' ,curvin' purpose, I ain't got no where to go , bag is full of soul Frontin these maricóns Holy matrimony with that bullsh** I'm not your homie coolin' with that pro sh** I'm broke and unfortunate , holdin' and hopin' that I could pull up f** The Population, everybody hating on behalf of my n***a give it up [ Verse 2 : RubyDaCherry ] f** a b**h f** a little b**h I beat it raw, b**h I beat em' up b**h I be that dirty motherf**er come up in yo' b**h in the cut And she say she don't f** but for me she let me put it in her bu*t ( ahh ) f** a hoe, Ruby already know Buy her a rose now my dick's in her throat Pull it back out and say I gotta go Young $now stay cold he don't need a f**ing coat b**h I be that dirty motherf**er 6 days in the back, she stays in the back , 6 blades in the pack I don't give a f** about [ ? ] days in the back while I'm still on the track Expected intestine, the level infected Rejected my guesses it's okay I respect it and I blame that these b**hes Are stupid but f** all these hoes that start soon and it s**s It's whatever [ Verse 3 : YungxChrist ] Say you runnin' up with your gun I'm callin' your bluff motherf**er I know you walkin' down to pull my gun up Before the sun come up, Grim Reaper gonna show up for you soul less Body parts, Tommy with the tommy got a loaded drum Bum bum bum bum , here the chopper come All hail to the motherf**ing follower , Yung Christ, lil' b**h Mosh pit throwing elbows, screaming f** Y'all Hoes Fear nobody b**h I'm live from the gutter f** boys still stutter under they covers They know that I'm comin', run to ya mothers Scarecrow not frontin' , knuckin' and buckin' Cuttin' and duckin', the cost that you buzz it See through the blood, not worried I light up the blunt