Fruit Pack lyrics

[Verse 1]
Smoking packs, smell like fruit
Pull up b*tchI, they gon' shoot
Hit a lit, f*ck a crew
She gon' move, how she move
Passin' sticks, up in school
Now I'm headed, to the moon
Got your b*tch, off the shroom
Now she headed, to her doom
And I keep like 50K
n*ggas slaves, n*ggas bait
And I keep my business straight
Bigger plate, fish n' steak
And f*ck with all b*tches
It don't matter, any race
And I keep a large limit
f*ck what any n*gga say

[Verse 2]
They like B, who the f*ck you be?
n*gga, yeah, that's me
For some beep, n*ggas Swisher Sweet
b*tch is bitter sweet
Hit my phone, lil' b*tch what you need?
I can't help your needs
On my own, with my family tree, my n*ggas different breeds
Think you tough, think you bout that, push ya' scalp back
f*ck a b*tch, I ain't bout that, where the cash at?
Staying loyal, I won't doubt that
Boy won't fly back, losing screws out your flapjack
Get the f*ck back
[Chorus]
I'm on a move
All you n*ggas snooze
Monkey see and do
Got your boo
She might dust my shoes
Clean the livin' room
Coming soon
All you n*ggas snooze
f*ck the game, no rules
I'm the truth and I play my dues
Like I went to school