Tank God, Smooky MarGielaa, Smokepurpp - Ruby lyrics

I can never dream about a hoe, huh
You ain't on my type of time
I said,  "You gon' have to go"
Made bands off a whole lotta rhymes
Grind, time, I gotta trap no more
Got lowballed when he got signed
Block number shooters callin' my line
Trap nigga
 what you know 'bout baggin' up a dime?
Young black nigga
I know they don't wanna see me shine
You smell that, huh, give it back nigga
(Oh, oh) get a bag nigga
You talk a lot, but ain't that bigger
(Oh, oh)

You said you was with that
How you gon' rap nigga? So I had a big bag
Came and tried to snatch nigga
I stay with the same gang
You be ridin' mad niggas
I'm with mad niggas, but they all my niggas
Go out, want lil' boy, I got mob ties
Yeah I put East side but I'm on the West side
(East side, it's dark) you don't move right
Get left on the left side
You don't move right, get left on the left
Big V on my chest
Where you from? Get checked
I'm a Bronx ass niggas, grew up in the Jets
Been three days straight and
I still ain't slept

Young nigga
I was breakin' down Ps on the West side
Keep an FN and a chop, we havin' mob ties
Take 'em but they don't slide
Cullinan I ghost drive
It's been like seventy-two hours and
I'm still on drank
Put the pussy to the start and then I strap
All up in your city
Take it back and take a jet
If he want some beef I cook
It up just like a chef
I just want it now lil' baby
He can keep the rest
Put that shit on, yeah, they love how I drip
Forty-five K, see me once in this fit
I'ma take his man, she get turnt to my bitch
She in the room, feed her Percs
Give her dick
I'ma beat the pussy from the back side
We ain't fuckin' with these
Niggas playin' both sides
I got Tank up on the beat, we tryna blow some
Send the Cashapp to my bitch
To get her toes done

I can never dream about a hoe, huh
You ain't on my type of time
I said, "You gon' have to go"
Made bands off a whole lotta rhymes
Grind, time, I gotta trap no more
Got lowballed when he got signed
Block number shooters callin' my line
Trap nigga
What you know 'bout baggin' up a dime?
Young black nigga
I know they don't wanna see me shine
You smell that, huh, give it back nigga
(Oh, oh) get a bag nigga
You talk a lot, but ain't that bigger
(Oh, oh)