Fruit Punch (feat. Brevi & James Savage)

Momma didn't raise no dummy

Gimme all you want, can't take nothin' from me

Big Bad Wolf tryna catch a lil' bunny

Learned a long time ago the bears need honey

I'm zoned out, I'm fired up, I don't think I'm high enough

I took two, got five left, I'm out of touch, I digress

I truly don't give a fuck, 'cause I'm ice cold, no love

I'm turned off, know too much, no honeymoon, no fruit punch

Can't stand no crooked man, I can't stand no bitch

Keep your issues, keep your distance, I got money to collect

If you come from where I come from

You know how we represent

Get the bag, get the bullets, get the vest, fuckin' yes

Comin' outside on you niggas

I'ma west ride on you niggas

I'ma get the OG's and the Bee Gees

Better find a place to hide, 'cause we killas

In my habitat with gorillas

We could take it to the back, I should kill 'em

Nah, let me handle that, let me get 'em

Nigga, we can lock up like the system

You could call the police like a victim

You a First 48 type of nigga, hit 'em

Them tear ducts all teared up

Didn't hesitate to tell on them niggas

Take a break, it's only gon' get 'em

If a mother fucker fake, he gon' get Godzilla

It's that pull-up, that bang-bang, we serial killers so we kill 'em

I'm zoned out, I'm fired up, I don't think I'm high enough

I took two, got five left, I'm out of touch, I digress

I truly don't give a fuck, 'cause I'm ice cold, no love

I'm turned off, know too much, no honeymoon, no fruit punch

Can't stand no crooked man, I can't stand no bitch

Keep your issues, keep your distance, I got money to collect

If you come from where I come from

You know how we represent

Get the bag, get the bullets, get the vest, fuckin' yes

Today, I got time for you niggas

I'ma bottom line all you niggas

I'm about mine, every single dime

Goes to the money and the women

I know you assumed you was winnin'

I'm immune to your venom

Pulled a nine from out the denim

Ride a hit of good vodka and send God to get 'em

Never lookin' back, I move ahead (Yeah)

Got another pack to move instead (Yeah)

Livin' like a king, we get the bread (Yeah)

Get away from me, we take your head (Yeah)

We don't leave a clue, no residue (Yeah)

Better have a few roll in with you (Yeah)

In the four door with the four-four

Goin' slow-mo, cocked and aimed at you

I'm zoned out, I'm fired up, I don't think I'm high enough

I took two, got five left, I'm out of touch, I digress

I truly don't give a fuck, 'cause I'm ice cold, no love

I'm turned off, know too much, no honeymoon, no fruit punch

Can't stand no crooked man, I can't stand no bitch

Keep your issues, keep your distance, I got money to collect

If you come from where I come from

You know how we represent

Get the bag, get the bullets, get the vest, fuckin' yes