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[Ruby da Cherry] Chilling in my hood Ice water in my cold cup just to keep my cup cold Babys all good Grey rag 'round my face, platinum switchblade clipped on my hip Gold gun on my fucking waist Crucify me on the street light, ho I'm a fucking psycho like a psychic with this motherfuckin' mic Blown up! [$crim] Kill for the Seventh, die for gray Fuck these bitches, then I disappear and fade away The only way I'm stickin' 'round is for the petty cash Movin' fast, smokin' gawdy with a touch of hash Bust his ass If you comin' lookin' for the drama Up the llama, got more bottles than a baby mama Young Stevie Wonder with the thunder on my trigger finger I swear this ditch smell a dead body always linger Come get your issue, ho