Fruit Roll Up lyrics

[Verse 1:]
Ask me to be in the Dub Ep
Then turn around and sneak diss me
Two faced b*tches making me watch my back man
Expected me not to detect that sh*t, I'm Batman
How you talking sh*t when your name rhymes with wack man
You need to rehire Ben for your ghost writing
You a god, well I'm a titan
You out of time, I'm chronos
Enough of that, me and Khromos
Pushing that move music
Thats that make the girls move music
Thats that make the homies move to it
Hol up, hol up, roll up in the fruit roll up, sh*t candy red
Frosted chain, diabetic coma sh*t had me dead
Got you girl sipping cola, coca cola
Exhausted dame, hol her breath when she give me head
Oh, goddamn she all up in my bed
Oh sh*t, swerve with that b*tch when I'm done with it
I don't give a f*ck, boy do what I want
Hol up, hol up, roll up in the fruit roll up
Oh, goddamn see your b*tch and we roll up
On that dopest dope, man on on that dopest dope
When she hear my sh*t, know that it's the dopest dope

[Verse 2:]
f*ck your b*tch on the couch then I open up her mouth
After I spread her legs, goddamn oh man what the f*ck is this
Gucci FlipFlops and I'm back up in this
Wait no, man Gucci FlipPhone
Yeah, I call you b*tch on my flip-phone
Same sh*t I flip with
Wait, I ain't talking bout flipping bricks
I'm talking bout flipping dope music
Goddamn, coulda called the label DOPE Music like GOOD Music
That hood music
Me and Khroam making that Move Music
Got me f*cking your b*tch to some mood music
Goddamn, see a condom, I ain't gonna use it


[Outro:]
Verse 2 slowed down