Gaudy Pack $hawty $uicideboy$ (Ft. Yung God)

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[Chorus: $CRIM]
Bitch, I shoot like Steph Curry
On my back, I got that .30
Gaudy Pack Shawty, I know all these bitches want me
Bitch, I shoot like Steph Curry
On my back, I got that .30
Gaudy Pack Shawty, I know all these bitches want me
[Verse 1: $CRIM]
I'm bendin' corners and I'm swerving
You know my wrist stay working
Got them golds in my mouth
You can tell I'm from the South
You know $crimmy never worried
And that's until I'm buried
We gone call up on drank, I swear it's all I can think
Smoking green, drinkin' pink, yeah
[Verse 2: RUBY DA CHERRY]
You know Ruby got them cherries
You know I talk real slurry
Bitch look like the Virgin Mary, but her hair real curly
Bitch, I shoot 'em like I'm Jordan
I got that furl for the 40
Comin' live from New Orleans, Oddy that shawty
I got a blunt for all these bitches, give 'em all to Charles Slickens
I don't fuck any of these bitches 'cause its nothin' but slim pickings
Y'all can feast on all the trimmings, yeah