Passion Fruit Lyrics

Damn Michael, you a fool for this one no cap

Boy, put that 8th in the wood, what you scared for

Bitch said she love me, I hate her, I need to care more

I just bought a 8 from T. Groovy, I need a spare 4

Captain Michael, thanks for the beat, but can you spare more

Ain't it fun to slide on the Opps listening to Paramore

Broke as fuck, I slept in the streets, niggas didn't have a door

If I brought my slides with me, nigga, you wouldn't have a store

Had to put my clothes in a bag, niggas didn't have a drawer

Now I'm punchin' , Target sweet like passion fruit

Roll a 3.5 to the neck, can't pass to you

Assist a bitch to my mans, no alley-oop

Sleezeteam, 10-31, we passin' through

All a nigga do is win like Khaled do

You gon' hear my chains in every song, it's not a loop

Take the doors off this nigga whip, it's not a coupe

When I do my dance with the Glock, it's not the shoot

10 hoes in the room, they topless too

Feel like Supa lean the seat back when I'm knockin boots

Buy a cap for them raps, you not the truth

557 got precision it'll knock your tooth

Bring a stick inside the Stu, this is not your booth

Stole a pint from the lean man, this is not your juice

Heard they ratted in yo section them is not your troops

you was never stepping off the porch them is not your stoops

Them is not yo steps

Got a fetish for this money and takin' breaths

Mama said when you do right, gotta check the left

Gotta focus on my craft and up my rep

Feel like Future, I'm a wizard how I'm jumpin jets

Let a dumb nigga do me foul then I'm upping techs

Save that petty-ass vets, we cuttin' necks

Do you hear the way this nigga spaz my cousin next