A Girl Named Drool and a Pack of Kools

[Intro: Playa Fly]
Busta, bap—
Front, front a busta' with some bap, hit that ho for her fifteen
Front, front a busta' with some bap, hit that ho for her fifteen
Front, front a busta' with some bap, hit that ho for her fifteen
Front, front a busta' with some bap, hit that ho for her fifteen
Front, front a busta' with some bap, hit that ho for her fifteen

[Verse 1: RUBY DA CHERRY]
I asked your bitch if I could bum a cig
She said she got a Kool, I said, "that's cool"
I don't give a shit what kind of cigarette that you prefer to smoke
I needed a reason to talk to you
Girl, it's true, what it do?
You making Ruby drool
Yeah, $lick slapped me across my face
Snapped me right back in my place
What the fuck? My pace sure lacks an ace
I'm such a slave to my old ways, make no mistake
All of these ho's want Ruby 'cause of the cherry
Fuck her pussy, I wanna be buried, bitch

[Verse 2: $LICK SLOTH]
She wanna be my girl and ride with me
She wanna creep up in the night with me
Blowin' up my phone like, "$lick, I love you"
I'm too detached, I don't feel nothin' for her
I might relapse and put these drugs above you
I might just snap and kill another for you
You see? It's dangerous when I think of her, when I think of us
When I think of love, think about my ex, think about the rest
None of them hoes used to give a fuck
Call Ruby up, "Get the Uzi, bruh"
I'm so sick of these ho's, light up the joe
Bury her in the grave I dug
Did it all in the name of love, in the name of love
In the name of love, ayy

[Outro: Playa Fly]
Front, front a busta' with some bap, hit that ho for her fifteen
Front, front a busta' with some bap, hit that ho for her fifteen
Front, front—