Straw Chairs

[Ruby da Cherry:]
Shawty want to fuck
Told her bitch you out of luck
Came only to smoke
No this ain't no joke I don't fuck bitches I don't know I trust
Got a dozen blunts of dust and bitch I'm about to burn
No it ain't your turn
Blunts to my face
Solo blowing smoke rings
Choking
I'm a dope fiend
Smoking til my death I'm hoping
Put me in my coffin cause I'm coughing up my lungs

[$lick $loth:]
Bitches keep on callin' but I ain't got no service
Paypal me that cash if you looking for verses
Always on narcotics even when I say I stopped it
Walking with a limp, looking like I got arthritis
Twenty cigarettes, in my mother fucking car
Ridin' round town, I just popped a half a bar
Ridin' with your bitch as she bust down the cigar
Yea, I'm ridin' with your bitch and she bust down the cigar
I'm sayin...