Chain Breaker lyrics

[Intro: Ruby Da Cherry]
No one out there can f*ck wit' me
b*tches always trippin' 'bout a real one (You did good, $lick)
(It's a Smash) Bi-bi-bi-bi
b*tches always trippin' 'bout a real one
Ayy, ayy, ayy (Oh yeah, it's DuckBoy!)
Bi-bi-bi-bi

[Verse 1: Ruby Da Cherry]
It's that motherf*cker, still ain't got his sh*t together
Nothing better than sufferin' for forever 'bout the same sh*t
Different day, different type of way to play (Yeah)
Maybe save the day instead of bein' victimized, you'll drive yourself insane
Ain't a claim, it's a fact, 'round my way, we just attack (Ayy)
Found my vein and just collapsed, crack cocaine, I can't relax (Aah)
Hard rеlapse, I bounce back, one half ouncе, I doubt that
Goth trap house, I'm count Drac'
Flew back to Laos for that sack of brown sugar
Rapped about it, yeah, I'm 'bout that (Ooh)
Ain't never been no pop star, you can keep that Mickey Mouse hat
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah
Pull any flag that ain't got the skull and I promise you, I'll douse that
Gasoline supreme pourin' out like a stream
I got sick of chasin' dreams 'til I ran out of steam
Push my luck, push my buttons, yeah, it's turned to a theme
7th Ward Lord, long sword pulled out the sheathe
[Verse 2: Scrim]
Young broken bone shorty, all this ice up on my wrist (Brr)
Pull up, hit a stain, chopper like a tide stick (Grr)
Ducked out and slurrin', I'm in this b*tch like Biden (Trash)
Poseidon with these waves, had to tatt the trident (Okay, let's go)
Redrum, redrum, kill like I'm dyslexic (Grr)
Most days, I wanna kill myself, some days I feel like flexin' (Ah-ah)
I just upped my meds, but it look like I'm progressin'
Bowling ball Caddy causing wrecks at intersections (Baow, baow, baow)
Charizard Lambo, Prezzi on soprano (Brr)
With a artsy b*tch snortin' pills off a Van Gogh
Turn me up like Sambo (Turn me up), clothes smell like some ammo (What?)
Whole gang crash out, if you want then wazzam ho (Rrr-rrah)
Did more for more motherf*ckers than they did for themselves (North)
Courtside menace, talkin' sh*t with the Pels (Side)
Them boys ain't on sh*t unless they sh*t on themselves (Haha)
Grey 59, the rest, I'm givin' 'em hell

[Outro]
b*tches always trippin' 'bout a real one
Bi-bi-bi-bi
b*tches always trippin' 'bout a real one
Bi-bi-bi-bi
b*tches always trippin' 'bout a real one
b*tches always trippin' 'bout a real one