Rave Ruth – f6vzz Lyrics
I'm not Jesus, I can't save you
In the party, call me Rave Ruth
On my shoulder, it's an angel
And I'm gon' do what it's gon' say do
Huh, yeah, and all these niggas, they be talkin' down
Twin, just don't let that shit phase you
Just keep on goin' and disprove them all
And I swear that they gon' praise you
Yeah, lil' bitch, I'm in the trap, I'm rockin' rave boots
I'm lookin' bad, bitch, call me Rave Ruth
You know these niggas mad because I stay true
No, I don't got no time for fake news
You ain't #ArtClass, no, you not, lil' boy, you fake bool
And lil' bitch, you cannot be mine, no, you cannot
'Cause you don't break the rules
I'm not Jesus, I can't save—
In the party, call mе Rave—
In the trap, I'm rockin' rave—
Nigga run up, thеn he brave
Nigga run up, he get rekt
I- I got color in my dreads
I got money in my head
We- we checked his pockets, he was fed
I feel like Uzi, count up deads, huh
All my friends are dead
I don't do no drugs, huh
I don't do no meds
I feel like Uzi, count up deads, huh
All my friends are dead
I don't do no drugs, huh
I don't do no meds
I feel like u-u-u, count up deads
All my friends are, all my friends are
I don't do— I don't— do no dr—
I don't do no meds
All my friends are dead
Push me to the edge
All my friends are dead
Push me to the edge
I'm not Jesus, I can't save—
In the party, call me Rave—
In the trap, I'm rockin' rave—
Nigga run up, then he brave
Nigga run up, he get rekt
I- I got color in my dreads
I got money in my head
We- we checked his pockets, he was fed
I feel like Uzi, count up deads
Rave Ruth, de f6vzz, do álbum Come Outside (comp.: Feshunt Yves Amour), lançado em July 4, 2026, mistura rave e trap com energia e atitude.
















