Fruit Salad

Came in the bitch sweating
I don't get my credit
Cut the top off my coupe now it be-headed
The goat so my kids must inherit
Run to bag i'm athletic, I smoke the the synthetic
Shot him, need prosthetic
I'm feeling angelic, I put him in heaven
All my bullets hit, seven seven seven
That boy he need a paramedics

At the hotel, checked in, no stepper
Look like Wisconsin how I'm stacking cheddar
I don't fuck with dms send that bitch a letter
Neck on froze, man I need a sweater
Don't fuck with me, cause I got a temper
Talk on my name, I'll crack you like pepper
Get in my way and I'll make you the debtor and
My toolie singing it sound like a tenor

Apples, oranges, pears
My shawtys coming in pairs
Please do not stare
Walk up the stairs, that shit like a mountain
Don't need accounts, I get in then count it
Banana clips, make a nigga fruit salad
Hollow tips, yeah them shits is not bouncing
Yeah you say you mean, well nigga I doubt it
These big racks, not no allowance

Ba-Ba-Ba-Banana clips, fruit salad
Hollow ti-ti, bouncing
Ye-Yeah you, I doubt it



Credits
Writer(s): Wilson Hunter
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