Fruit Punch E

Mama didn't raise no dummy Give me all you Want, can't take nothing 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 fucks I'm ice cold, no love I'm turned Off, no 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 Coming outside on you niggas I'ma west Ride on you niggas I'ma get the OGs and The BGs Better find a place to hide 'cause We killers In my habitat with gorillas We can 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 Can 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 or so, I'm gon' Get 'em If a motherfucker fake, King Kong and 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 fucks I'm Ice cold, no love I'm turned off, No 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 On you niggas I'm about mine, every single dime Goes for the money and the women I know You assumed you was winning I'm immune to your Venom Put a nine from out the denim Right Ahead, good by the riddim Send God to get Never lookin' back, I move ahead Got another pack To move instead Livin' like a king, we get The bread Get away from me, we take your Head We don't leave a clue, no residue Better Have a few rollin' with you In the four-door With the.44 Go in slow-mo, cock the name That 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 fucks I'm ice cold, No love I'm turned off, no 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