[Intro: Juicy J]

Play me some of that $uicide pimpin', man

[Verse 1: Lil Cut Throat & Ruby da Cherry]

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 (Pow)

Let the gun 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 your 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 choppers and a shotty, shootin' everybody

Cigarette wet, bumpin' Boosie Badazz

On them drugs, jiggin', jaws locked—clinchin'

Trigger finger itchin', if you think I'm kiddin'

Smoke leakin' from the sticky that we smokin', boy

Fuck a Backwood, Swisher's what I use, boy

Smoke what I choose, do what I wanna do

Motherfuck you (Ruby) and your punk friends too (Ruby)

[Verse 2: Ruby da Cherry]

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

Hold 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

Bustin' out early, bustin' out soon

Blackout the city, I'm back on them thirties

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 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