Ruin ft. SEMTEX Lyrics

(Loaded on the block, wanna see a body drop)

(Fuck with the opps boy, fuck what you thought boy)

Loaded on the block, wanna see a body drop

I be counting up the bills, no way I'm gonna stop no

Fuck with the opps boy, fuck what you thought boy

Got a big Glock boy

Finna get shot boy

Running these bands, yeah we making that cash

Fucking on your bitch and you know we do the dash

Fast now, passed out, finna go and crash out

Lash out, I don't give a fuck, I'm gassed out, woah

Fucking on your bitch and she want some more

I don't got a heart; I'm way too cold

Solve my problems with all this blow

So fucked up, I can barely cope

When I hop inside the wraith

I'm way too bold

Staring at the light like

One, two, three Go

When I'm rapping

All these rappers trynna steal my flow

So I'm steady counting digits

And I keep that on the low

(Low)

(Low)

(Low)

(Keep that on the low)

(Pull up on motherfucker with a Mac-11)

(Racing up the digits, while I'm pacing for the mission)

Pull up on motherfucker with a Mac-11

I be setting up station being patient for erasing

While he racing up the digits

While I'm pacing for the mission

That we about to fucking commit

If you talk shit, we gon run it up

Who that boy is talking to?

He about to get fucked up

I'm about to get sucked up

By the same hoe that he could not obtain

Yeah, she giving me brain

Bitch, we running the game

Yeah, we going insane

Talking straight jacket, eight packet

Filled up with coke

Yeah they hate trapping, relaxing

Cops at the door

But we ain't lacking St Franklin

Fall in the snow

When the lights flashing, that's signing

We gotta go

(Ay, yuh)

You know what I'm pursuing

Fucking hate me then sue me

We don't fuck with them, groupies

Roll Them up in a dooby

Eating snacks like I'm Scooby

Whipping that machine with my mystery gang

Pop at you we leave you in ruins

(Ruins)

(Ruins)

(Ruins)

(Ruins)

(Leave you in ruins)