Fruity Loopz Lyrics

Walked inside, gotta drip check, taylord to my wrist bet

Got new shoes so you know i got her lips wet ugh

Tell me what that bitch said

Looking for a fight and im hoping they don't pump lead

Wanna make my fist red

Ima let em try me, always move lively

Shoot i shoot back, gotta live wit no regret

Know its gone sale

Everytime that i try to drop now every line written down like cocaine

I might catch an L but i'm back on your head

I'm not gonna tail you ill speed in my lane

Remember me then i was counting up my cents

Now i got options, but this makes sense

Cause i been put in work now i'm all in my bag

I'm still selling Os every day at my pad

Deserve the money im workin to make

To Fuck with these taxes no job for me yet

Once past the hills then full send out of state

No more rap cappin bitch im tryna show you, Ight?

Got a small circle dont fuck wit no fucking fakes

Don't try me i'll turn your fat ass into old news

I'm smoking on glue with my homies

I think you dont know me we all just savage gorillas

Brain feeling fucked

Because all i can think of day is like how to keep stacking these figures

No more living poor

Bitch im moving towards bigger pictures still watch what i spend

So im bouta be richer

Smoke at the pen so the smell never lingers

Im bouta be dead but your favorite pop figure

Obey the kidd put my head on a sticker

Nah prolly won't cause these bitches were

They would prolly just cum rubbing off with their fingers

1 More time for the kid

Legs wide open condom hopin it don't rip, huh?

2 Bad times with a bitch, yup

Hope i got it right because i struggle wit decision

When theres 3 bad guys by my side,

Devil on my shoulder i don't pray what's a religion?

Count four whites in my hand, damn

Don't know what it was but i know it's not a prescription

Cup feels empty and i'm bouta fill it

I want my percentage get my life n ima risk it

Looking for that coke bitch im looking for that interest

She dig in my pants wanna grab on all my inches, what?

Cause know you ain't real all those feelings is fiction

Yeah nah i cannot conversate with these bitches

Why you look mad?

Dont ask me dumb questions im already way passed my limit

Got double the bands you could hold in your pockets

Up to my neck i be wet like a lochness

I might disappear i cant stand all that gossip n talking

I know that they all pocket watchin

I just bought a bottle the crowd often flocking

They asking whats next so im out tryna top it

No secret about it, i do all night and i hope that ill find it within

Yeah bitch i always do

Got a sweet smell in my Os but no fruity loops

Out with the boys throwing shots but not shooting hoops

I'm gonna fight you wont fight for my country

It couldn't be me that's out here n recruiting troops

Stay making music you do what you fuckin do

Keep me a beauty i love how that booty move

Tape plays in london, bitch i'ma be leaving soon

Stand on big ben meet the queen tell her tooty lou

Bought me a beat then they notice im going in

Feel like im choking in church like im full of sin

I cant walk in with the drip

You could catch me outside but no bullets your catchin my fucking fist

Back feeling broken but floatin im bouta win

You still a bitch tho

Im going beast mode

Cards in my hand got dealt bad ima switch those

On mars when i land got jet lag at the preshow