[Hook: Fruits]
She like the fanny on my waist yeah she like my style
Same b*tch hatin' on me kissin' on me now
All black, geeked up, and she coked out
I been on my lonely bet she wanna love me now
[Verse 1: Gloomy]
Pull up in the night time she got me on her tee-shirt
And she sendin' hearts to me I told her I don't need her
Hand that hoe a switchblade and told lil' shorty off herself
Blood on my Gucci belt, lean swimmin' Michael Phelps
No I'm not okay I'm just so sad and f*ckin' lonely
Bad lil' shorty on me, she don't even know me
Posted on a Friday with your b*tch she love me
Imma give her roses and let lil' shorty hold me
[Hook: Fruits]
She like the fanny on my waist yeah she like my style
Same b*tch hatin' on me kissin' on me now
All black, geeked up, and she coked out
I been on my lonely bet she wanna love me now
[Verse 2: Gloomy]
I just hit the club with a pretty ass b*tch
She go fall in love with my iced out wrist
I just hit the club with a pretty ass b*tch
She go fall in love with my iced out wrist