[Intro] It's a Smash! Play-play-play-play-players never doubt You did good, $lick
[Verse 1: $crim] It's that demented motherfucker, I'm kickin' it with my brothers Repping the *59, you know Grey the fucking color My gat' screamin', “Kill 'em Wetto, hit 'em where they lay” Smokin' 'em like some indo, let the pistol up and spray Never could be fucked with, my dick, they love to suck it They calling me game seven Slick, I switch a bitch like subjects Pull up continental, make a hoe get sеntimental I got 18K in dental, ballin' with no fundamentals Michaеl Jackson off a thriller dose, hold off on the killer dose Cookin' up in a rental (Bam!), Emeril with the chemical Grippin' on my genitals, Northside general Pull up in that Benz, Forgis turn it something cynical, anyway (Northside!) Thinking I'm 'bout to die by anyday (Northside) Half high pass five (Northside), rollin' up that Mary Jay (Northside) I might drop 30 like I'm Curry (Northside) with no NBA (Northside) Hop out, Eddie Murray with the stick (Northside) and let it swing away (Northside) Hot boy turn the block out, pimping out the crack house Macking up on these bitches, flew a hoe to fuck from Krakow My dick threw her back out, packed and flew her back out Been running and gunning and fucking, all while tripping in a black out Mane, it's the killer (North), Northside Guerilla Mom and dad both fiends and my ex a pill dealer (Northside) Tell me who keep it realer? There's no drug I ain't touched Basquiat your face, and I Banksy your place up Boy aim with your face up, they clowns with no make up This me before warm ups, I ain't even laced up Fuckboy get your rank up, robbing and dealing and homicide Spice one, Wetto from the ghetto, I was born to die
[Verse 2: Ruby da Cherry] Ruby gettin' up in them gizzards, neck look like a blizzard Keepin' an eye on these snakes in the grass, so I move just like a lizard Backwood tastes vanilla, popping painkillers Grip the .45, I feel like the Grey Gorilla Chickenheads flocking, they think I'm a quesadilla Beating up the pussy, I must be a lady killer, yeah Papa Pine, break yo' spine, rub her clit likes it's a vibe Now she's asking what's my sign, so I threw up the *59 I'm the Lord of the 7th Ward, pick the lock on heaven's door Feel no need to settle scores, leave pussies red and sore Never called her back, she breakin' down like metalcore Everybody steals my sauce like they fiending for peppercoin (7th Ward) Check the score (7th Ward), Grey*59, five and zero in the fourth (7th Ward) What a chore, rolled a blunt so big (7th Ward) we'll have to light it with a torch (7th Ward) Whip looks like it might've lost the Second World War, yah (7th Ward) Ruby such an animal (7th Ward) 7th Ward Dragon, when I breathe it's fucking flammable Keep my click tight and isolated like we cannibals Spit so many bars you'll think infinity is tangible All these fucking chains, you would think I'm wearing mannacles Yeah, bitch, tell me what's happenin' Dick so big, I'll turn her pussy to the Grand Canyon All my haters pussy, like I keep on smelling salmon Keep it old school, I might pull up with a cannon Yeah, bitch, tell me what it is Wake up with a smile, picking out the right fit O.J. in the mornin', like I stabbed a white bitch Every color in the fucking rainbow, suck my white dick
[Outro] Wait for a beep, dial 5-9 and hit the pound Um, okay, so I'll talk to you laterTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
