Frooties
Chopping broccoli
You gone have to cop a cutie
Been a hustler back since I was selling frooties
Juugin' sugar
Mixed it with the Kool-Aid powder
Niggas like four quarters
They gone change up for the dollar
Dirty ass lil dollar
Man it's just paper
It can't buy you flavor
They want to give us nothing
We gone take it
I want now and later
Funky ass lil dollars ooh
But you know I got a few
Don't worry bout what my job is lil bitch
Like Tommy off Matin
Yeah yeah
Kept it low-key
And kept it player
Hit her up then wake and bake her
Give her lil knowledge, man
She return the favor
Sometimes I wonder if she salty
I never taste her
Fuck it
But she ain't me like that
So shit ain't sweet like that
Be like that
Be like that
Said I'd be right back
But no I won't
I got shit on plate
Can't let time chip away
I ain't Fri-to-lay all day
This the cake I can't eat
I just have it right now
See this shit in my sleep
Man I got right now
You know I got it right now
That shit making you mad
And you trying to hide it right now
That's OK!
I been doing this shit since you was pacifier
Spank the baby like that
Break the Kit-Kat lil back
It's funny yeah
Lil beaf sweet like gummy bears
One of these lil niggas try to play me like a goofy
I been knocking niggas out since selling Frooties
Sipping on quarter juices
Juugin' sugar
Mixed it with the Kool-Aid powder
They gone change up for the dollar
Funky ass lil dollar
Petty ass lil four quarters
Give it to the whine-o in front the store
So he can re-fill his forty
(Here you go Unc)
Bro be dropping jewels
And I pick them up
He see everything and he say names
{be}Cause he already fucked
For a funky ass lil dollar
Petty ass lil four quarters
Fucked with the GDs, BDs, Blackstones, Vice Lords, and the Four corners
(Nigga why not?!)
Everybody money green
I just pick it up
If you wanna deal with the pickle, hit my line lil bae
I'll pick you up
Greedy dog Deem
I'ma Scooby
(So What?!)
I been mac'n hoes since I was selling Frooties
Juugin' sugar
Mixed it with the Kool-Aid powder
Niggas like four quarters
They gone change up for the dollar
Oh Yeah
Sipping on quarter juices
Since Flaming Hots with cheese
Been P.I.M.P
O.G
O.G
O.G.!
You gone have to cop a cutie
Been a hustler back since I was selling frooties
Juugin' sugar
Mixed it with the Kool-Aid powder
Niggas like four quarters
They gone change up for the dollar
Dirty ass lil dollar
Man it's just paper
It can't buy you flavor
They want to give us nothing
We gone take it
I want now and later
Funky ass lil dollars ooh
But you know I got a few
Don't worry bout what my job is lil bitch
Like Tommy off Matin
Yeah yeah
Kept it low-key
And kept it player
Hit her up then wake and bake her
Give her lil knowledge, man
She return the favor
Sometimes I wonder if she salty
I never taste her
Fuck it
But she ain't me like that
So shit ain't sweet like that
Be like that
Be like that
Said I'd be right back
But no I won't
I got shit on plate
Can't let time chip away
I ain't Fri-to-lay all day
This the cake I can't eat
I just have it right now
See this shit in my sleep
Man I got right now
You know I got it right now
That shit making you mad
And you trying to hide it right now
That's OK!
I been doing this shit since you was pacifier
Spank the baby like that
Break the Kit-Kat lil back
It's funny yeah
Lil beaf sweet like gummy bears
One of these lil niggas try to play me like a goofy
I been knocking niggas out since selling Frooties
Sipping on quarter juices
Juugin' sugar
Mixed it with the Kool-Aid powder
They gone change up for the dollar
Funky ass lil dollar
Petty ass lil four quarters
Give it to the whine-o in front the store
So he can re-fill his forty
(Here you go Unc)
Bro be dropping jewels
And I pick them up
He see everything and he say names
{be}Cause he already fucked
For a funky ass lil dollar
Petty ass lil four quarters
Fucked with the GDs, BDs, Blackstones, Vice Lords, and the Four corners
(Nigga why not?!)
Everybody money green
I just pick it up
If you wanna deal with the pickle, hit my line lil bae
I'll pick you up
Greedy dog Deem
I'ma Scooby
(So What?!)
I been mac'n hoes since I was selling Frooties
Juugin' sugar
Mixed it with the Kool-Aid powder
Niggas like four quarters
They gone change up for the dollar
Oh Yeah
Sipping on quarter juices
Since Flaming Hots with cheese
Been P.I.M.P
O.G
O.G
O.G.!
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