Artist: Suicideboys
Suggested Track: PARIS

Lyrics
Ayy, ayy, ayy, 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 of the clip, I'll 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
$uicide, night time, no, we don't fight crime, oh
It's the Grey*59 with the real red eyes, and we dying inside, ooh
Bodies in fluoride, let the rope untie, just crucify me
Yung Christ wrists sliced, couple hoes on ice, singing "R.I.P"

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's blown"
She chokes 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, 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, hoe
Slay the whole pack, hoe
Paint the globe black, hoe (ayy)
Soon I will shed this skin, turn to the devil, then I'll never reminisce
Aye