[Verse 1: Ruby da Cherry]
Trying to get on my pimp sh*t
But I'm stuck on my dirty tip
So I f*ck an ugly b*tch
All the pretty hoes ditch
Yeah they know it's no myth
I'm at large, I'm a sad sap trying out feeling good
All these c*nts with a fat ass talking about my nut
Got the last laugh hopefully as long as the last laugh
Grey flags so your death mask half c*cked
Shawty blast so these hands pop gats with the blast
At last the moment has passed
I got a gash in my thick skull
Throw me in the trash call for a pick up
Death over b*tches all because of Krystal
Blood spilling in my motherf*cking pimp cup
Used to love the b*tch, now she sucking other di*ks
So I cut my f*cking wrists
Feel like a puddle of p*ss
$uicide, death of me who gives a f*ck
No one
[Verse 2: $crim]
$licky got the motherf*cking pedigree
But generally, all my ex- hoes become my enemies
And my next hoes will deal with jealousy
From a couple chickenheads, Tori and Sophie
Couple of them b*tches that ain't important
If pus*y curving was a sport they'd call me Jordan
With my endorsement remaining dormant
When it come to these b*tches that play informant
All the girls I done f*cked with got kids or ex-husbands
They junkies or strippers but hey I'm not judging
Don't f*ck with a hippy b*tch, f*ck with a skinny b*tch
f*ck with a needy b*tch, f*ck with a greedy b*tch
Nah I can't do that sh*t
Too much energy, energy spent unsuccessfully
Oh please just let me be one of your memories