fruit pack

travis, chris

smoking packs

smell like fruit

pull up bitch

hit a lit

fuck a crew

she gon' move

how she move

hashish sticks

up in school

now i hit it

to the moon

got your bitch

out this room

now she headed

to her doom

and i kill like?50k?

niggas slaves

niggas bait

and i keep my business straight

bigger plate

fishy steak

and fuck with all bitches

it don't matter

any race

and i keep a large limit

fuck what any nigga say

tell

like

b

who the fuck you be?

nigga

yeah

that's me

for some beep

niggas swoosh and sweep

bitch is bitter sweet

hit my phone

lil bitch what you need?

i can't help your niece

on my own

with my family tree

my niggas different breed

think you tough

think you bout that

push and scout back

fuck a bitch

i ain't bout that

where the cash at?

staying loyal

i won't doubt that

blowin' flat pack

losing screws out your

get the fuck back

i'm on a move

all you niggas lose

got your

she might my shoes

green in livin' room

coming soon

all you niggas lose

fuck the game

no rules

i'm the truth and i play my jewels

like i went to school