WHAT THE FRUIT?! ft. beanie, O$$!, Schwalnuts, MXM & JDR Lyrics

If you stepping bitch you gon' get shot

Pull up on you I got 9 more dead opps

There ain't no mess I can't wash with this mop

If you tryn' fuck with me on your head there's a dot

Damn, can't love a bitch

If you spin, just know I got the switch

Damn, my boy never miss

20k and it's all on my wrist

If you creepin' or steppin' you best count your blessings bitch I got a smith and a wesson

If you thinking of running up best get your gun up before I send yo ass to heaven

If you stepping bitch you gon' get shot

Pull up on you I got 9 more dead opps

There ain't no mess I can't wash with this mop

If you tryn' fuck with me on your head there's a dot

Pussy lil bitch boy tryna fight big ossi?

Smoking a blunt while sitting on yo body

Rolling in benz with ak and yo shawty

Black tinted windows you know we getting naughty

Ey a I be smoking real shit you be smoking nun

I don't need a bitch but I know yo as is numb

You pull with a knife yeah I pull up with a gun

We ain't talking a strife boy this is more fun

Slap a bitch if he be all up on my shit

But he not

I don't feel bad cause he's fucking with a thot

Like damn

I could count up all my bodies on a single hand

But his girlie keeps on stretching like a rubber band

Look under the table, playing footsie with your bitch boy

Keep on talking tough, imma put you on a bench boy

League of legends I bet that your maining tahm kench boy

Got a couple bolts loose, better grab a wrench boy

What the fuck?

I said what the fuck is up?

You said I should put 'em up, but you wanna dip and duck

Bitch you suck

Sleeping with your girl, she been all up on my nuts

Even with the allergies she like me, what the what?

"MXM" walk 'em down that's a foul

Pick it up and spin it back

Sip it up stop looking back

Man up I'm from the back

Stand-up shock vac in mouth holdup

She wanna

Tokyo drifting and pushing back on my feelings

I hit the city I'm livid life of luxury that I'm living

Treading moving up cautiously ain't nobody ahead of me

Got a vendetta ready g what you doing infront of me

Stop that mobbing in the mall I see an op I gotta stomp that

Shawty got a little on her lip she gotta mop that

Choppa keep on talking loud as fuck I gotta hush that

Groupie keep on wishing MXM she wanna meet that

Tickets outta pocket cause for her I'm gonna freak that

Two shopping carts sittin' in my bedroom lobby

I raise 'em like my own but shopping really ain't my hobby

Mask off, boy I'm ready for the fuckin' weigh-in

Two days left, man this shit really got me sayin'

What the fruit

What the fruit

What the fruit is goin' on?

What the fruit

What the fruit

What the fruit is goin' on?

What the fruit

What the fruit

What the fruit is goin' on?

What the fruit

What the fruit

What the fruit is goin' on?