Fruity Loopz

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