PARIS - BROJOB

Ayy, ayy, ayy, tell me what you know

'Bout a motherfucker out the bottom, with a gold grill gleamin'

Makin' all these hoes problems

Stalker, creepin' out the fuckin' dungeon

Switchblade on 'em, hit the guts like a pumpkin, dumpin'

Thirty rounds of the clip, off rip

Too thick with the stick, bet I won't miss

Lil $lick real sick, don't talk shit

Whip, whip, like a brick scale on fish

$uicide, night time, no, we don't fight crime, oh

It's the Grey*59 with the real red eyes, and we dying inside, ooh

Bodies in fluoride, let the rope untie, just crucify me

Yung Christ wrists sliced, couple hoes on ice, singing "R.I.P!"

Ruby was a motherfucking reject

Then I cut my wrists, and now I motherfucking bleed checks

Still broke

After all the motherfucking weed gets rolled

Hoes askin' if I see a ghost

Tell 'em, "No, I just seep smoke when the weed's blown"

She chokes from the deep-throat, three feet of rope, lethal

Slay the fuckin' sheep, so evil

I'ma hang myself, and then I get to see home

Ruby a fucking demon, ayy, uh

Ruby got a cult now, hoes tryna bolt down

Ruby the result of a reject from a small town

Turned into a demon, I'm evolved now

Loud growl, $now Leopard on the prowl, ayy

Stay the fuck back, ho

Slay the whole pack, ho

Paint the globe black, ho (Ayy)

Soon I will shed this skin, turn to the devil, then I'll never reminisce

Ayy