Paris - Intellectual

[Intro: $lick $loth]

Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: $lick $loth & Ruby da Cherry]

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 off 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 (Hahahaha, ha, ha, ha)

Suicide, night time, no, we don't fight crime, oh (Ha, ha)

It's the Grey*59 with the real red eyes, and we dyin' inside, ooh (Ha, ha)

Bodies in fluoride, let the rope untie, just crucify me (Ha, ha)

Yung Christ wrists sliced, couple hoes on ice, singin', "RIP" (Ruby)

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 blown"

She choke 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 (Hahahaha, 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)

Ayy