Lyrics

[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)