Fruit Punch

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 f*ck, '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 motherfucker 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 f*ck, '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 f*ck, '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