[FROOT]
Check my kicks, Nike swish, man f** all this sh**
I'm diggin in the dirt like an ethnoarchaeologist
'stead of makin' visions, makin' bad decisions
Trust my intution, f** the competion
I'm stuck in this position
I could use some ammunition
Watch my back, I'm on a mission
Cut no slack, use absolute precision
Boy Froot'll snap in a second
Got a dungeon full of weapons
Better watch where you steppin'
Pop off if you ain't reppin'
You ain't you ain't from my hood
Better get this understood
Get the f** out for good
If you ain't to live or get shived, I don't give a sh**
But you gotta leave or I'm about to throw a fit
Need to smoke some weed, drink some lean
Turn on the loop machine
Rep your hood man, rep your click (click)
If anybody talkin sh**
Grip the wood, send em back to the dirt quick (quick) [x2]
[SHARXXX]
Never hatin' on my city though the pavements always sh**ty
And them vacant lots ain't pretty
Liquor store can't break a fifty
But it ain't phase a crazy caucasition like me
The place to be is wherever I'm at or else your sh** gon end painfully
I be in them woods like a Pagan be, hatefully
Droppin DTP sh** be so feverish like it was H-O-Tcheck it
We all gon' send yo b**h a** up in a freefall
If Boy Froot's the boy, then I'm girl and we a speedball
No police cars cuz my city's just got 3 cops
So I'm growin weed that's as tall as those f**in' tree tops
Beat drops
But I never say no sh** that matters, f** your chatter
I'm the bada** that's gonna make your a** a splatter
I can't stand no traffic
That's how come I'm stayin' off the map like hackers
You couldn't find me up in no phonebook or atlas son
Gatling gun, cans, and a cauldron in a shack
That's on the edge of a forest full of them apparitions, rats n' stuff