$crim - Royal lyrics

[Verse 1: Ruby da Cherry] Chilling in my hood, ice water in cold cup Just to keep my cup cold, babys all good Grey rag 'round my face, bloody switch blade clipped on my hip Gold gun on my f**ing waist Crucify me on the street light hoe I'm a f**ing psycho like a psychic with this motherf**in' mic blown up [Verse 2: $crim] k** for the Seventh, die for gray f** these b**hes then I disappear and fade away The only way I'm stickin' 'round is for the petty cash Movin' fast, smokin' gawdy with a touch of hash Bust his a** If you comin' lookin' for the drama Up the llama, got more bottles than a baby moma Young Stevie Wonder with the thunder on my trigger finger I swear this ditch smell a dead body always linger Come get your issue, hoe