Brooklyn $UICIDEBOY$ & Black Smurf

[Verse 1: $lick $loth]
I just left a show in Brooklyn
Now I'm in the kitchen with the dope cooking
Four bitches calling on my cell
Twelve know I got intent to sell
Bucking and jumping with Smurf up in Memphis
Run up, get done up, got blood on my tennis
Don't need no talking don't finish your sentence
If I'm ever surrounded you know it's by bitches
Xans and lean in the styrofoam
Don't mind me—my mind is gone
Buncha bitches and plenty smoke
Hustle Family, $uicide, scope to your throat

[Chorus: Ruby da Cherry]
Hot drop
Drop top
Top Drop
Hoes drop it like its hot
Yeah, bitch, I'm the shit
(Wipe me down)
(Wipe me down)
(Wipe me down)
(Wipe me down)
Smurf rolling up the blunt
$lick chilling in the cut
Me? I'm just too fucked up, hoe
Me? I'm just too fucked up, hoe