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Ruth Chris lyrics by GMoneyDT

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If you wanna trophy up, then go buy you a Glock
Shiesty up, ? in the Whoopty, then go bend the block
Don’t let your fear get in your way, because that’s how you get caught
Every one person you see in my video yellow-taped the block

Trophy’d up, Grammys hangin’ off my crew neck
If somebody died, we ain’t speak about it, bitch the news did
Hundred thousand cash, it wasn’t shit, bitch I blew it
Five different chops on the table, bitch but it’s not Ruth Chris

Feel money, I couldn’t settle for no nine to five
First time I fеll into a house, I wasn’t even ninе
Felt crazy when he ain’t have a gun, I said, „Just hold mine”
You don’t know that feeling tryna pour up but don’t got Sprite

Dumb junkie, I’m fallin’ in because I need everything
211s, 459s open up the safe
If I bounce out, that’s gon’ be a traumatizing day
Bucket rapper niggas left to right, this industry ain’t safe

Double R, and it ain’t stand for no Rolls Royce
I was burglarizing hell homes because I ain’t have a choice
Everyone keep telling me, „Stay out, it’s time to act right”
Fuck the industry, all these new rappers play with crack pipes

I’m spazzin’ out on any nigga beat
We gon’ bend the block and he gon’ leave around the white sheet
I’ve been back-to-back inside a foreign since I got released
In my hood, I got more rank than niggas who like 33

I’m in this Benz, saggin’ traffic I got bad intentions
No phone, no keyboard, but we gon’ send a message
I was tryna buy a Glock before Mercedes Benzes
I was tryna buy a box before buying a necklace

Talkin’ ‘bout booking me? You must be perked out
Bitch all up in her feelings we ain’t work out
After that skit in that Scat, we gon’ skirt out
Marshals picked me up for an attempt I guess I’m burnt out

After the body, bless the bottle we gon’ celebrate
I love sliding with FN because he don’t hesitate
Before we bend that one block, we gon’ orchestrate
I’ll book my rap homies before I go back on Section 8