$uicideBoy$ and Black Smurf - Ruby Is Finally Satisfied with His Verse

I went from hunnid to thousand
Now I'm plottin' on millions like, "Hustle
We gotta get no time lacking with bitches
We stretch it and all the
Options forever chasing profit
And anyone in the field with paper
You gotta drop it" i'm talking narc
Stitching me up over attechment
For disrespectin' you get tailored, mane
Right in front of Reverend for half a zip
I can catch a touchdown in the Memphis City
If Hustle Family you get surrounded
By goons in my city

I got a hunger
Stomach sounding like some rumblin' thunder
Never going under, light the blunt
And then I start to wonder
Contemplating numbers, bitch
Don't wake me from my slumber
Hibernating in the winter
Then I kill them in the summer
Fucked your bitch, and then I shunned her
I'm a stunna, number one stunna
Sprayin' choppers out the Hummer
Life's an endless bummer
So I count my money in the back
Fuck a front-runner
Flush 'em like a poker playing plumber, bitch

Chest tight from the smoke, blowing on a bow
Couldn't tell you my location 'cause
The phone's on roam nine to your dome
Cock it back and squeeze it
In the bushes creepin'
Repeat it every evening
Suckers claimin' this and that
Swear they wouldn't rat
Swear they got the sack
And they swear they toting gats
Bitch, you wack see this ink on me? Lil boy
It means something i got a handful of people
That'll murk you in public
So come try me, lil bitch

Written by:
JONATHAN CRAWFORD, NA NA NA

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