A Girl Named Drool And A Pack of Kools - $uicideboy$

Busta, bap—

Front, front a busta' with some bap, hit that hoe for her fifteen

Front, front a busta' with some bap, hit that hoe for her fifteen

Front, front a busta' with some bap, hit that hoe for her fifteen

Front, front a busta' with some bap, hit that hoe for her fifteen

Front, front a busta' with some bap, hit that hoe for her fifteen

I asked your bitch if I could bum a cig

She said she got a Kool, I said, «that's cool»

I don’t give a shit what kind of cigarette that you prefer to smoke

I needed a reason to talk to you

Girl, it’s true, what it do?

You making Ruby drool

Yeah, $lick slapped me across my face

Snapped me right back in my place

What the fuck?

My pace sure lacks an ace

I’m such a slave to my old ways, make no mistake

All of these hoes want Ruby 'cause of the cherry

Fuck her pussy, I wanna be buried, bitch

She wanna be my girl and ride with me

She wanna creep up in the night with me

Blowin' up my phone like «$lick, I love you»

I’m too detached, I don’t feel nothing for her

I might relapse and put these drugs above you

I might just snap and kill another for you

You see?

It’s dangerous when I think of her, when I think of us

When I think of love, think about my ex, think about the rest

None of them hoes used to give a fuck

Call Ruby up, «get the Uzi, bruh»

I’m so sick of these hoes, light up the joe

Bury her in the grave I dug

Did it all in the name of love, in the name of love

In the name of love, ayy

Front, front a busta' with some bap, hit that hoe for her fifteen

Front, front a busta' with some bap, hit that hoe for her fifteen

Front, front—