Intro: Juicy J & Lil Glock] Fuck Y'all Hoes Fuck Y'all Hoes Devil thoughts, evil thoughts, trizzick bitches I just clizzick Fuck Y'all Hoes Fuck Y'all Hoes Devil thoughts, evil thoughts, trizzick bitches I just clizzick Devil thoughts, evil thoughts, trizzick bitches I just clizzick Devil thoughts, evil thoughts, trizzick bitches I just clizzick Devil thoughts, evil thoughts, trizzick bitches I just clizzick [VERSE I: Germ] Bitch I been that motherfucker always loaded Hoping that these faggots fucking die Middle finger to the sky, DIRTYNASTY$UICIDE Midget bitch with me holdin' dirty 9 Cross in line little bitch I never gave a fuck Ask if I did nothin', who lit em' up Locate yo' bitch little bitch I fuck around, feed her skeezer musty dick Chevy ridin', swervin', curvin' purpose, I ain't got nowhere to go, bag is full of soul Frontin these maricóns Holy matrimony with that bullshit I'm not your homie cool it with that bro shit I'm broke and unfortunate, holdin' and hopin' that I could pull up FUCKTHEPOPULATION, everybody hating up the hammer my nigga give it up [VERSE II: RUBY DA CHERRY] Fuck a pig Fuck a little bitch I beat it raw, bitch I beat em' up Bitch I be that dirty motherfucker corrupting yo' bitch in the cut And she say she don't fuck but for me she let me put it in her butt, uh Fuck a hoe, Ruby already know Buy her a rose now my dick's in her throat Pull it back out and say I gotta go Yung $now stay cold he don't need a fucking coat Bitch I be that dirty motherfucker 6 days in the back, 6 dames in the back, 6 blades in the pack I don't give a fuck about thots on me Six days in the back while I'm still on the track Expected intestine, the level infected Rejected my guesses it’s okay I respect it and I blame that these bitches Are stupid but fuck all these hoes that start soon and it sucks It's whatever [VERSE III: YUNG CHRI$T] Say you runnin' up with your gun I'm callin' your bluff motherfucker I know you walkin' Down to pull my gun up before the sun come up Grim Reaper gonna show up for you soul and some Body parts, Tony with the Tommy got a loaded drum Bum, bum, bum, bum, here the chopper come! All hail to the motherfucking fallen one, Yung Christ, lil' bitch Mosh pit throwing elbows, screaming, "Fuck y'all hoes!" Fear nobody, bitch, I'm live from the gutter Fuck boys still stutter, under they covers They know that I'm comin', run to ya mothers $carecrow not frontin', knuckin' and buckin' Cuttin' and duckin', the cops that you buzzin' See through the blood, not worried, I light up the blunt [Outro: Juicy J] Fuck Y'all Hoes Fuck Y'all Hoes Fuck Y'all Hoes Fuck Y'all Hoes
This song slowed hits a way I almost can’t describe. When you have listened to them from their old days and still follow their new stuff the chopped/screwed/slowed stuff just hits different because you have the memories of that time of listening to that song for the first time or with your friends and when you hear it it brings you back to that moment that you can’t get back. GREY TO THE GRAVE *G59*
