Good Girls Inc. - Ruby Rosary Lyrics

Uh, you know what I'm sayin'?
Nigga shit, jiggy nigga shit
Flop a lil' shit, nigga, since day one
Nigga shit, type shit, nigga
True real nigga shit, in the field nigga shit
I ain't playin' with these niggas no more
I ain't playin' with these bitches no more
Know from now on it's rose gold and rubies and pearls
Everything, everything, all these you talkin' 'bout, man

Ay, I don't know, nigga, just didn't catch the f*ckin' trajectory

Yeah, Rookie Stones on my rosary, champagne and Rosalie
Ring around his rosy, nigga, singin' like I'm Jordyce
All Blackstones, Black-owned, like I'm Jordyce
Funny how I birthed so many sons, but no ovaries
Still f*ck twelve, f*ck Jake, five-O-O
Still f*ck twelve, f*ck Jake, five-O
Rookie Stones on my rosary, champagne, boo-boos, and you think
Ring around his rosy, nigga, singin' Rosalie
All Blackstones, Black-owned, bitch, I'm Jordyce
I done kept my field on niggas next, way before police
And it's still f*ck twelve, five-O-four
Three, two, one, time comin' up the street
In a cup, and I got a laundry list of bitches I can't wait to see
And I got a laundry list of niggas I can't wait to see

Rookie Stones on me like a rosary, champagne, gold, Rosalie
Ring around the rosy, dead man on me, scared niggas tryna' crow with me
Nigga want smoke with me, tell 'em push up Hercules
Hercules, tell 'em push up, tell 'em pull up, thirty-three
On my old Vicks, and I'm pushin' ambulance on the scene
These stones on, click your feature, comin' home with me
Take a load off, but baby, don't be throwin' me
Yeah, let's make up a lie, there's a little guy, very deprived
Could get this drive in conditions why I shouldn't survive
Now my right window's down with my foot on the side
Barely could drive, all the doors, suicide, like who dared me to die
You a dead man walkin' like you barely alive
Cut everything but the family ties
Cut the shit, cut the lies, word to the wise
Who in your top five? (Haha, I'm top five)
I don't get rushed to death, bitch, I'm buried alive
I heard Dog talkin' funny like his family guy
Care if a nigga's like a Mary and Bob
Need a promise to God, you gotta strive like you married a mom
They ain't seen this drip since Rick the Ruler
But they don't force my hand, my shit is Ruger's
We don't wear Zara, shit don't suit us
Every time they throw stones, I take 'em to my jeweler
Ruby red rosaries, skin lookin' coffee bean
Berries on the cuckoo leaf, smokin' on the potpourri
Navy Bentley, magazines, never too close in reach
Back home from overseas, Jay Stones, clover leaf
Demerol's like Dorothy, Dillberg's on the feet
These stones on, click your feature, comin' home with me
Take a load off, but baby, don't be throwin' me

These stones on, click your feature, comin' home with me
Take a load off, but baby, don't be throwin' me