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[VERSE I: PAPA PINE] Ruby smoking like he's haunted Big blunt, I light the front end Me and my bitch, we keep it 80/20 Get it how I want it Double cup, I fucking double deck Sipping piss, I'm sipping Tussinex Told that bitch I'm cutting necks Pulling out her throat while I pull up in the fucking Benz Told her fucking friends, "Ruby ain't that cool in person" So I asked her fucking friends if it was cool if I insert it Snatch their purses, now I'm counting all this money, yeah Practice makes it perfect Money can't buy you happiness, all my life I fucking heard it But money can buy a lot of drugs, at least enough to last me Shit, I think I fucking earned it Earned it, ain't got a purpose And that's on purpose What's worse is I deserve it
[VERSE II: YUNG $CARCROW] Smoking on the bud sack, ounces of that indo Paranoid illusions, tap the gun against the window Substance in my lungs, slow motion, Benz cruising Masked up, insuing, rob cause I'm overusing 6 double 6 elements Never quit or dope sick The D the O the P the E I'm always on a chase To hit up outer space, ain't no case Where I don't need it every fucking day When you see us Yeah you know we on them fucking drugs Percocets, xanax, roxycodone, crush 'em up Snort it Top notch, bud crop, maybe quit later Fuck that till I'm dead, I am popping medication
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