Released: August 31, 2017
Songwriter: Aristos Petrou Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Producer: Budd Dwyer
[Verse 1: Ruby da Cherry]
I been itching for a plot, yeah
But ain't no waving cannons on my block, no
7th Ward Lord, take a shot, yeah
I'ma keep my head down (Don't give a fuck)
Switching scripts, they're never in the same spot, yeah
Fuck this music shit, I'm itchin' for a plot, yeah
Ain't no, ain't no fucking digits on my clock, no
I ain't one of y'all, just let me rot, yeah
I was just with Peep in London
Still feel like I don't exist at all, no
Fuck this social gathering
I'ma smoke a square out in the fucking hall, yuh
They told me watch out for the snakes
But they forgot about the plague
And the AK and with Lil Remains
And the AK and what little remains, what little remains
[Verse 2: Lil Remains]
Hold up, hold up, hold up, had to put down the narcotics
But I ain't really stopping, Xanny and Suboxone
Stay up in my wallet, on the block, catch the Glock
Shoes hanging like a cord
Not a tour, 7th Ward
Magnolia brown, Soulja Slim to the bone
Hot boys, prime-time
Dotted line, never signed
On the drugs, can't doze
If I do be exposed, oh no
Chopper city, dead bodies
Alligators, disembodied
Did the crime, not the time
Lil jits on the porch grippin' Nines, grippin' Nines
Pull that torch, light 'em up (Yuh)
Young as twelve, livin' hell
Lil Remains, Yung Plague
No respect given 'less you steal or you take, ho
I been itching for a plot, yeah
But ain't no waving cannons on my block, no
7th Ward Lord, take a shot, yeah
I'ma keep my head down (Don't give a fuck)
Switching scripts, they're never in the same spot, yeah
Fuck this music shit, I'm itchin' for a plot, yeah
Ain't no, ain't no fucking digits on my clock, no
I ain't one of y'all, just let me rot, yeah
I was just with Peep in London
Still feel like I don't exist at all, no
Fuck this social gathering
I'ma smoke a square out in the fucking hall, yuh
They told me watch out for the snakes
But they forgot about the plague
And the AK and with Lil Remains
And the AK and what little remains, what little remains
[Verse 2: Lil Remains]
Hold up, hold up, hold up, had to put down the narcotics
But I ain't really stopping, Xanny and Suboxone
Stay up in my wallet, on the block, catch the Glock
Shoes hanging like a cord
Not a tour, 7th Ward
Magnolia brown, Soulja Slim to the bone
Hot boys, prime-time
Dotted line, never signed
On the drugs, can't doze
If I do be exposed, oh no
Chopper city, dead bodies
Alligators, disembodied
Did the crime, not the time
Lil jits on the porch grippin' Nines, grippin' Nines
Pull that torch, light 'em up (Yuh)
Young as twelve, livin' hell
Lil Remains, Yung Plague
No respect given 'less you steal or you take, ho
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