[Intro: Yung Christ]

I be that— ($ui, $ui)

I be that— (Skinny fiend, sippin')

I be that—

[Verse 1: Yung Christ]

I be that skinny fiend sippin' lean, caffeine with codeine

I'm smoking nicotine, PCP, pills in my cuisine

I'm fucking draped in suede, wrist dismayed

$uicide renegade

Pop a couple waves up in my grave, carvin' my skin with the blade

I-I don't fuck with squealers, known drug dealer

Stealer with the sealer

$lickity always wrecked

Bitch, get checked

Grey*59 the set

Chopper make 'em wet

Watch me flex, y'all just second best

Never second guess

Manifest, triple six 'til death

[Verse 2: Ruby da Cherry]

Ruby ain't my motherfucking true name

If I wrote it down, it would combust into a blue flame

Gloom Gang banging, whole crew slain

Bodies in the suitcase, polo body bag full of bootlegs

Two-two-faced bitch, sick a duck

Got your bitch laying goose eggs

Two fangs growing, got a toothache

Tie me up like a shoe-string, let the noose hang

Out of my box, I need a new frame

Ruby da Cherry ain't got a pocket full of fruitcake

Bruce Wayne wannabe

Fuck with me, I'll probably give you somethin' free

Honeys surroundin' around me 'cause I'm buzzin' like a fuckin' bumblebee

Most of my raps are fuckin' tongue-in-cheek

Fungus in my lungs, dungeon reeks of crumblin' weed

A-a-another day, another fee

Pile of fuckin' dirt, you will find me underneath (Nah, nah)