That's Very Minimalist of You

Ruby casting shadows, looting fucking castles
Ruby got the bad hoes shaking like a graduating tassel
Uzi make it rattle, Gucci print, I fucking dabble
All these bitches fucking battle

Bitch, I'm fucking sunk at the bottom of the bottle
My problem's too many blunts, so Ruby facing problems
Suicidal idol, rollin' blunts inside of broken bibles
Pussy boy, I popped him with the rifle
Grey the fucking title

Ridin' shorty with my shorty, smokin' next to Oddy
Caught a body in the lobby, then I emptied out my Tommy
I'm that grimy mother, mother with them sluggers in my luggage
Wavy like the ocean
Sad emotions, get the notion?

Grey my territory, hoes know 'bout my story
Scum my category, fuck these hoes while in my glory
Sippin' on that purple, thanks to drugs I feel immortal
Jumpin' in and outta portals, looking like I'm Andy Warhol
Gaudy Pack Lord with three hoes up in my Ford
Codeine always poured when I'm in the 7th Ward



Credits
Writer(s): Aristos Petrou, Scott Arcenaux
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