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[Intro: RUBY DA CHERRY]
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
[Verse 1: Papa Pine]
Live from the sewer to the gutter
DIRTYNASTY$UICIDE be the mold on the bread like butter
From that triple dollar sign
Grey blade cause a leak from all up under
I'm Papa Pine and my stain is on fleek, motherfucker
Gotta bust a shot upside my fucking head, blunder in thunder
Got a hunna on the self-sustaining gunner, one bun up in the oven
Got a bitch switchin' the covers, I'ma duck her
Pull down the shutters, the number one stunna
[Bridge]
The number you have dialed is not in service at this time
[Verse 2: Germ]
Up late tweaking, lit like hero hunter, ugly motherfucker
With the hold up, hoe, let me hold that throat
Run up in your motherfucking pad full of dope
Hall for the lords, am I liking it right?
No way too flame for me, it's your faithful
Shade what I face, and now look at my feet when I shit you, bitch
I'm ready for whatever, kill me now, don't kill me later
Bitch, I'm solid rockin' diamonds that yo momma was poorly lackin'
I'm the fucking captain now, tossed a couple of bodies overboard
I'm the tackle overlord, hoe
[Bridge]
The number you have dialed is not in service at this time
[Verse 3: $UICIDE CHRIST]
Empty bottles on my table with some residue
Been choppin' pills and shootin' boys since I was twenty-two
Heart got colder, I got older, developed a motive
Bound for Angola, trapped in NOLA, no head on my shoulders
Riding 'round with a pistol, to some, I'm a symbol
Stuck in Limbo with my kinfolk, tell death to be gentle
Let's just end this life, just end it right one to my temple
That when I worship
[Outro]
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[Verse 1: $LICK $LOTH]
Aye $lick, it's yo conscience
See you buildin' up violence, you itchin' to murder
Itchin' to murk 'em
You know what I gotta say, "kill 'em all and get locked away"
Kill yourself and just end this pain, you gon' burn in hell anyway
Fuck the preachers and what they say
Grip the A to the K, and then let it spray
Grip the MAC, grrat! And just go insane
Grab that bitch, fuck her once, and don't ever call
Get that money, then you say, "fuck 'em we ball"
They don't want you to win, just always fall
But I'm tourin' for spring, summer, and the fall
Wake up and pop me a Adderall
Wake up and pop me two Adderall
Got the sticks, and we don't let that ladder fall
[Verse 2: 7TH WARD LORD]
Back in New Orleans
Back in the rat trap, always stormin' in the springtime
7th Ward in the storm like a bathtub below a plug with the chord in
Looking gorgeous when lightning strikes, don't let the whore in
Bitch, I'm recording, red light
Ruby with a groupie when he tourin' in the foreign
But when he in the 7th, the Lonely Lord is reborn into his final form
Heart stops like a red light
Lead pipe, bash in my skull
Smoke a rock of crack, glass in my gallbladder
Cock it back, headlights
Eye contacts very important when you drivin' around in the storm
Ridin' in a Corvette in the 7th Ward, with the 7th Ward Lord (Uh)
The blood has been poured on the mud
Now we gorge on the flood, lit the torch with the rub, yeah
[Verse 3: Germ]
Ran up on ya, drugging
Slowly shovin' percys in my mouth
Told you, "I'm losing it!"
Clutching the chopper, bitch, ready to eat some shit
Catch me in traffic swervin', chuggin' 40's and bad decisions
Packs of bitches, fuck, I love 'em
Fuck 'em, duck 'em
Bitch, I'm runnin' through bodies of oppositions
Taking my position is not existent, bitch, I do this
Ruler of the Misfits
Kickin' shit over, out of order
Lurkin' Northshore's shadiest
Droppin' bombs where your city is
Respect for nobody, no fair ones I'm calling it now
Not fucking 'round with loaded hammer
I load the Trey-Five-Seven, let you lay long underground
Whippin' the Rover in Boulder
I'm smokin' the finest
While your high school sweetheart handle my pipe like a thief in the night
[Outro: Young Thug]
I'm a thief in the night
I'm a thief in the night
I'm a thief in the night
I'm a thief in the night
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[Verse 1: Germ]
Ayy, proceed to dunk, my flame is up, to light my blunt
I gives no fuck, like Trump and such
Can't kill the Stanleys, think I'm shit and I will steady flip
Bodybag a bitch, drag the bitch
Boost the Lambo, hit another bitch, I'm losin' it
I roll out the Wards you thought you beat last night
Yo' packs ain't stinking right, not moving right, trust in my pipe
Fucking rockheads stole my skill saw knife
Probably killin', willin' to catch a million
Body this slut from Brazil and shit, pussy bald like Krillin
Draggin' my balls across her chin and shit
[Verse 2: YUNG $CARECROW]
Feels like I'm fucking caged in!
Straight outta bed, outta meds
Outta lead, to blow the fucking back of my head out!
Get the fuck from 'round me, I get no pleasure from drama
Before you ask for money, first, let me get an accountant
They say "more money, more problems"
But problems is not an option
Got off the dope got suboxone
Went from toxin to toxin, went from lethal to legal
Turning people to junkies, so now they look at me funny, huh
[Verse 3: 7TH WARD DRAGON]
Eight bar shawty, let the dragon chew
Pop a band and then unzip a bag or two, lick a hit of acid
Hit a lick, I'm packing rags and tools
Traffic crashes, looking chromatic, I'm back in rags and jewels
Gag and drool (ayy), yo bitch think I'm a savage too
Smoke a pack, I know it's bad for you
Let my lungs go black, I'll hack up another track or two
"Why you mad?"—bitch, I ain't mad at you
Ruby da Cherry, I'm scoopin' the berry
The coupe full of boos that's about to get buried, fuck yo attitude
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[Intro: Lil Ugly Mane]
I'ma let the Uzi sp—
I'ma, I'ma let the Uzi spit
Turn his face into gooey shit
I'ma, I'ma, I, I'ma let the Uzi sp—
I'ma-I'ma let the Uzi spit
Turn his face into gooey shit
I'ma, I'ma, I, I'ma let the Uzi sp—
I'ma, I'ma let the Uzi spit
Turn his face into gooey shit
I'ma, I'ma, I, I'ma let the Uzi sp—
I'ma-I'ma let the Uzi spit
Turn his face into-into shit
I'ma, I'ma—
[Verse 1: Germ]
Runnin' through bags full of choppers, totin' that drama
Hopin' these crumbs don't want problems 'cause I don't know where to solve 'em
I just might bag and rob 'em, flamin' revolver
Came with the flame, no game
He play, no way, I gets no pay
Fuck out my face, I needs the throne
I need the throat from your hoe, you know how it go
Step in the game, sippin' on pain
My mind is all gone
Not lookin' for ways to stop all the fame from tryna fuck my funds up
Run 'em up, and let the guns up
Hoe's face like a dump truck, but I still want my nuts touched
—Still no fucks, bitch, get bucked
[Bridge: Lil Ugly Mane]
I'ma, I'ma—
[Verse 2: RUBY DA CHERRY]
Uzi be that grey primate
Fucking with the Grey*59? I'mma skullfuck you
Like I'm banging yet another prime, mate
Bitches in love with the Plague (ayy)
Always wan' suck on my aye (K)
Bitches in love with the Plague (ayy), pussy gon' come my way
Ruby get a mill', pussy got a skill
Ruby gon' chill, pussy on my grill
Ruby scrape plates
Pussy gon' spill, but their heart gon' break
Rib-ripper got beaucoup chest pain
I'm a gorilla, 'rilla, fist full of banana clips, let the shit rain
Grey showers, I'ma bathe all day
Uzi Loogies cover Ruby, burn his body, spread the ashes in the lake
7th Ward Dragon rises from the ashes, breathin' flames
AKA Yung Plague
[Hook: Lil Ugly Mane & $CRIM]
I'ma let the Uzi sp—
I'ma, I'ma let the Uzi spit (Yeah, yeah)
Turn his face into gooey shit (Yeah)
I'ma, I'ma, I, I—
[Verse 3: $LICK $LOTH]
Uzi spit, thirty clip
Percocets, with the sticks, snort it just to feel the drip
Paint yo' ass like Trasherslip
Pistol grip, fall in line
Acid up and down my spine
Fuck a Snap and fuck a Vine, turn this bitch to Columbine
Red dot, red dot, ducking from twelve, I only do headshots
Straight drop, straight drop
Sippin' the mud, I only sip red drops
Still depressed and don't like the preps
Still hit the 'jects and get a pack of dope
FTP on my bullet vest
Still failed the test, but you see the glo'
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[Intro: Lil Gin & Lil Keke]
Niggas on banana peels, always gettin' that bullet drill
Dead in they motherfucking face, where it hurt the most
Dripped out!
Niggas on banana peels, always gettin' that bullet drill
Dead in they motherfucking face, where it hurt the most
Niggas on banana peels, always gettin' that bullet drill
Dead in they motherfucking face, where it hurt the most
Dripped out!
Niggas on banana peels, always gettin' that bullet drill
Dead in they motherfucking face, where it hurt the most
[Verse 1: YUNG CHRIST]
Lord of doom, king of gloom
Slowly crawlin' out my tomb, find out where you staying, fool
Cock it back and spray the room
Bloody murder, I'm the serpent out the book of Genesis
It's for certain, close the curtains, you won't live to see yo' kids
You ain't drinkin' Actavis, you are just an actor, bitch
Yung Christ the immaculate, ball my fist up—smack a bitch
King of the shit show, welcome to death row
$UICIDE, you know how it go, hoe
But I ain't Lil Germ though, God of the infernos
[Hook: Lil Gin & Lil Keke]
Dripped out!
Niggas on banana peels, always gettin' that bullet drill
Dead in they motherfucking face, where it hurt the most
[Verse 2: Germ]
I fucking love it, the smell of rubbish
Ain't no discussion 'bout my decisions in public
Just let me run in gunnin', front him, go lucky, faggot
Smacked him in the face with a pack of acid
I'm trippin', but she said to pick my head up
Pickin' up drugs that's gon' keep me numb from the dump
Hand on the pump, thinkin' 'bout callin' it off
Family problems, just a bunch of motherfuckers lost with no cause
Loogies from the Uzi leave ya' oozin'
Shootin' movies, left her with no jacuzzi scene in sight
The five, the eagle gon' bite
Ridin' 'round town with a fist full of spite
Bitch, just kill me now, 'cause it's gon' be over
Ran out of options, just kill the rodents
[Hook: Lil Gin & Lil Keke]
Dripped out!
Niggas on banana peels always gettin' that bullet drill
Dead in they motherfucking face, where it hurt the most
[Verse 3: YUNG MUTT]
Uh, six blunts and they all for Mutt, give none to the sluts
7th Ward where I cut up guts, nugs up for the pluck
Eighth of bud, fucking roll and puff
Now I'm soaked in Tuss
In the Rover Truck, servin' hoes with lust
Throwed, I'm swervin' curves, I bust on curbs on purpose
Learn to trust the serpent soaked in blood
Potent rust encrusts the Shogun's blade, but now it's broken up
Coke and dust, lil' bit on the razor when I opened up my wrist
My bloody fist is fucking cold and I'm numb
[Outro: Ross Kemp Extreme World]
"Why do you think it is so violent? Why is it so violent in New Orleans?"
"Shit man, fuck, it's violent 'cause fuck—they don't wanna give a nigga no fucking job, ya' hear me? They look at a nigga they like: "fuck, you a hoodlum", ya' hear me? So fuck, if you don't wanna give it to me, ya' hear me? And I'm tryna do the right thing, ya' hear me? Fuck, well fuck it, look here, I gotta go take it, ya' hear me? Fuck it."
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DIRTYNA$TY$UICIDE is a collaborative EP between New Orleans rap duo $UICIDEBOY$ and Buffet Boys member Germ, who hails from Atlanta, Georgia.
released April 12, 2020