Weightoven lyrics

[Intro: Black Smurf]
Uh-uh
Hust'
Uh-huh
Hust'
Uh-huh
Hust'
Squad

[Verse 1: Black Smurf]
I be like, "f*ck the world and everybody in it" sometimes
At times, I feel like I'm alone, like all my friends in my mind
Say Hustle God, got street cred, boy, I never fell off my grind
The most respected in this sh*t, just to walk in the sky
Could tell if you a foreign, shoot ya from the look in this eye
Maybe if I do bands up, show him a glimpse of that side
My father-side easy to spot, you sparkin', you catch that five
If I burn you, third-degree, you may or may not survive, puss'

[Bridge: RUBY DA CHERRY]
Ahh (Uh)

[Verse 2: RUBY DA CHERRY]
Smokin', b*tch, I got the same plug as Spit Vicious
24k, f*ck off, b*tch, yeah, the blunt tastes like gold, it's delicious
Keep on talkin', boy, we know that you's a pus*y, you fictitious
Rattin' out a woadie for a bag of silver, you Judas-ish
I do this sh*t, Hustle Fam ambitious
Slit wrist fistin' b*tches
I ain't fresh to death, my death is fresh
I'm so clean, but still got glitches
Diggin' in a grave, b*tch, I'm looking for the riches
(b*tch, I'm looking for the riches, yah)
[Bridge: $CRIM]
$ui-, $ui-

[Verse 3: $CRIM]
Just another day high as f*ck
Riding 'round, blowin' pounds with the windows up
I'm just addicted to drugs, but I ain't ever giving up
You ever walk up in a room and see no face you can trust?
Treat these hoes how I want, shoot motherf*ckers for fun
If I was you, I wouldn't smoke with me
You never know what's up in my blunt
I was taught to rob and serve, make a sucker bite the curb
Walking slow and talking slurred, spillin' syrup on my shirt