Carrollton

[Intro: Juicy J]
Play me some of that $uicide pimpin', mane

[Verse 1: Lil Cut Throat]
You motherfuckers pitiful, I'm too sick of you
I'm a walkin' visual, you boys refillable
Unforgivable, once you cross me, ho
Now you a motherfuckin' stain to Lil Cut Throat (Bow)
Let the guns bang, nuts hang, drug game ain't the same
"$avage" tatted on my face, grey ape
Blazin' while we hotbox
Fuck a badge, fuck a cop
Even if the 'K hot, watch me bust on any block
Northside knotty
Scope on the shotty, semi blow ya body
Tony grippin' on the Tommy, bitch
I bite the head off a bat like I'm Ozzy
You got a problem, motherfucker? Come and try me
I'm nothin' like what you punk boys wanna embody
Norf, Norf, East Side *59
Tony grippin' Tommy
Fuck around end up get your body, autopsy
I be that walkin' zombie, bath salts, eatin' bodies
Three choppa's and a shotty shootin' everybody
Cigarette wet, bumpin' Boosie Badazz
On them drugs, jiggin', jaws locked—clinching
Trigger finger itching if you think I'm kiddin'
Smoke leaking from the sticky that we smoking, boy
Fuck a Backwood, Swisher's what I use, boy
Smoke what I choose, do what I wanna do
Motherfuck you and (Ruby—) your punk friends too

[Verse 2: Ruby Da Cherry]
Ruby
Blunt lit, lungs itch, bitch, I like the sting
Smokin' potent thinkin' I'm the chosen one, bitch, I'm a king
I can hear my dead homies sing
Now my eyes always hurtin', wipin' tears with diamond rings, yeah, ayy
Hol' up, fuckboy, who the fuck said we cool?
Man, I quit smokin' with hypebeasts back in 2002
What it do? Motherfucker, I'm a fool
Ruby da Cherry is ghoulin' with goblins
If you got a problem, then you better move
From the womb to the tomb
Busting out early, busting out soon
Blackout the city, I'm back on them 30s
In 'bout twenty minutes we'll be on the moon, uh
Drugs got me fucked up, sluts got me drugged up, fuck
Slam my face against a pill to crush it up
Government ID helps me get high
Seein' stars in the mirror like I'm lookin' with a bright beam
Lime green paint, but the rims lookin' Spike Lee
Mighty be sloppy, might be cocky, am I in the right scene?
Highly unlikely, and I'm willin' to fucking bet
Leave a pussy wet then I leave a pussy wet
I'm a fuckin' vet', I'm a motherfuckin' threat
G*59 the set, G*59 will make you sweat
"I don't give a fuck" is my fuckin' epithet
Lace up my Nike Decades, meet me at Heaven's Gate
7th Ward by the lake 'til my death

[Outro]
"You'll come off of your drunken stupor from Bourbon Street, Saturday night—get up in time to go to mass on Sunday
Morning, and you tell God you're sorry for your drunkenness, only to go back out tonight and get wasted again."