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[Verse 1: Yung $carecrow] Triple six serpents of death crawlin' under your skin If I take a bet, you can guess who gon' win I walk in the 'jects without no protection I function in hoods every city I'm in I'm that Grey-born gorilla out the concrete jungle Duckin' from the dope 'cause I just shot a bundle $carecrow make the chopper drum shots rumble $carecrow got the dope game from my uncle Huh, still prefer the drugs over bitches Better watch your side that you pickin' Snakes start hissin', heads go missing Rest in piss to the ones I'm killing Chief Keef drilling, codeine spilling Blood on my linen from the cuts, never healing Hot boys out the crypt with a mouth full of scripts Body bags zip when the gun hammer click Ruby leveled up Ruby leveled up Ruby gon' global, epidemic proportion I got the torch, and now I'm lighting up gas on the porch Kick back, now I'm bored $lick asked for the short, flick ash for the sport, uh Ruby wrestles several devils in the 7th Ward But Ruby can't afford to move towards the horde just yet 7th Ward Dragon with a fiery sword through the neck Engulfed in flames, engulfed in blood As it rains from the red heaven that Yung Plague has escaped Levitate over Lake Pontchartrain Set 'em straight, no, we are not the same Yeah, it's hard to remain when you're self-slain Yeah, it's all that remains when you're self-made Ruby 'bout to take a second breath, uh Embrace yourself, because all that remains is the bloodstains

The most accurate representation 👍 🔥 how you get them 808z sliding like that..?

This is like the only remake that sounds just like it

Lyrics: I got love up in my pocket and I don't know what to do with it I got love up in my rocket and I don't know what to do with it I got you up in my dreams but I'm all stuck in the reality That you never really felt the same, it's more like you were using me I get chills when you leave my body (I get chills when you leave my body) I get chills when you're not inside me (I get chills when you're not inside me) (Chills, and chills, and chills) I got love up in my pocket and I don't know what to do with it (Do with it, mm, do with it) I got love up in my rocket and I don't know what to do with it (Do with it, mm, do with it) And I'm high as hell in the wishing well Love your eyes when you look at me There's no way to say how much time it takes To move on and forget, and keep it movin' Lost my mind and I don't know just where it went it's still a mystery (Mystery, mystery) Took a trip and saw the sun, I swore I thought that shit was Mercury (Mercury, Mercury) Don't think you understand all the things that you make me see Make me move when I'm down, because you're movin' inside me I get chills when you leave my body (I get chills when you leave my body) I get chills when you're not inside me (I get chills when you're not inside me) (Chills, and chills, and chills) Only takin' me a second to see if I'm gonna vibe with her She say, "When you gonna finish?", I said, "In like five minutes" She's an independent type, she never need a guy with her Never mindin' my business, she my ride or die with it Sippin' on the Goose right now, feelin' sad and aroused So you're takin' off your mask when nobody's around Girl, you ain't gotta do that shit around me I'm a gentleman but spent a lot of time around freaks So this fake facade just made some possibilities For us to love without the liabilities I'm proud to say you came in here to save me Had a scope, but don't know where I'm aiming Do you see the smile up on my motherfucking face? I don't care what any other motherfuckers say Lookin' 'round her now, see a hand over her Someone look in the mirror, sayin' "Look at what you made" I get chills when you leave my body (I get chills when you leave my body) I get chills when you're not inside me (I get chills when you're not inside me) (Chills, and chills, and chills)

Lyrics: [Intro] (Red Lamborghini, red Lamborghini) (Autumn, Autumn) (Light, light, light, light) I ain't got no red Lamborghini and I ain't a model Stars on my TV, I ain't got in color I ain't got no red Lamborghini, no bubbles in my bottle Damn, this is easy, but baby, I'm gon' run 'em Let me, uh, shoot my shit real quick [Verse 1: Rich Brian] When I shoot, ayy, they gon' get a top fade, ooh She bad, and she always tryna rendezvous Speak the truth, keep it 3K like I'm André Can't relate to this, guess we grew 'round different things, man When I shoot, ayy, they gon' get a top fade This ain't horizontal, why you lookin' at me sideways? Told the venue pay me stocks, I'm feelin' like Beyoncé I won't ever quit, I was born to be the shit, ayy Uh, how's it feel? Been through ups and downs and they still ask me, "How's it feel?" Face is hurtin' from the smiles, it's time to keep it real I been in the booth like, "Who the fuck I gotta kill?" [Bridge: Bēkon] Slow down, 'cause you're movin' too fast for the world You're gonna miss out Slow down, 'cause you're movin' too fast for the world You're gonna miss out [Verse 2: Rich Brian] Winter jacket on me, I love when it's cold out Act so tough, tell me what you really know 'bout Closed-eyed chronicles, slow ride carnivals, no lines audible Your girl, my girl, it's all the same when she swallowin' Aim my dick and I shoot her abdominals My shit dope, always get people wonderin' Your mirror broke 'cause it saw what's in front of it Walkin' 'round, I'm feelin' like a fully-loaded weapon I just gave you dick, girl, why do you keep askin' for a present? Actin' hella fed up, bitch, I'm never givin' no more credits And my credit card ain't set up, send me money through the FedEx Everybody sleepin' on me, ain't nobody tryna get up I just bought another mirror, hope I see somebody better I don't wanna play no game, lil' bitch, I'm on another level See me at the bakery, I'm tryna get my fuckin' bread up Serve it with some mozzarella, drippin' on you mothafuckas You gon' need to buy umbrellas, you gon' see me at Coachella Fuck your mothafuckin' head up, she lookin' like Cinderella Man, your girl is gettin' wetter, we about to go meta [Interlude: Rich Brian] (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) [Verse 3: Rich Brian] Hold 50 bands, been on road like 50 days I got hella songs inside the vault that I already made Yeah, we gon' deliver this in five business days I sell shows like my fuckin' name Billy Mays These hoes all around me fake, they all Vinny Chase Your girl already know the Wi-Fi at my place I called her December, she drove in the rain She got banned from Uber, she drove the minivan