$UICIDEBOY$ – HUNG UP ON THE COME UP lyrics

[Hook] [?] Wig split [?] Wig split [?] Wig split, wig split [?] Wig split [?] [Verse 1: RUBY DA CHERRY] Aye, dirty ass Air Max 95s when I step out Regret nothing, bitch, could give a fuck about respect Could give a fuck 'bout what you think of me I'm sick of fucking stress I rob myself in public just so I can get a blue check Keep a hoe in check, make sure she keep in track of all the checks Only way she fuckin' with me, now I wished her all the best $uicide, I got my set Euthanized, I'm off the Tech Who am I? Well take a guess I got the blade against yo' neck [Verse 2: $CRIM] Eyes red, it's motherfuckin' blood Victim in the tub Roxy, 30, getting crushed Drop two sticks up in my mud Brought that dirty [?] Slipped up on the 'em opiates, hol' up I milly rock on any cop when that Chevy hits the block Let that chain swing, platinum teeth Might retire any minute Soulja rag Soldier [?] over the bitches Fuck, who is it? Ruby and $lick still bendin' corners to the coroner Fuck yo' press, fuck who's next Fuck yo' cipher and your [?] too You a mascot We really represent the ridicule (You motherfucking [?]!) Explain Request ×

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