Savy Soul - Fruit Lyrics

Niggas be thinking it's sweet
See when you run up on me
Mama said think for you speak
Leave all the rest to sheep
I'm boutta hit a new peak
Say buss it down you a freak
My bitch she come from the street
Take a guess who is hiding the lice
Haven't heard from you in weeks
So irritated with me
The money is all that I see
Lovey dovey ain't working for me
Blue & green is all I agree with
Keep it 300 degrees
You think that I do this for free
Now watch they face when I tell the tea
I tell rose run it back
Pussy boi I never lack
Carry the 2 on back
Now I'm blow up the map
You can't be mad at the facts
Still drink from 203 tap
My circle got small man no cap
Nah my circle got smaller than that
I got a couple a niggas I trust and all of em rap
And with saying that
I ain't looking back
Back in mode
My mind is on dugs
Don't know how to act

I'm bugging or I hear the phone
Shit that I say when I'm home
Buzzing Im back in zone
Marijuana my Cologne
This here the life that I chose
In these tough times I won't fold
They hitting my line for my soul
I said leave them niggas on hold

Bussin that shit for the gram
I hit a hoe with a spam
If I Pull up wan be yo man

Who gon hold me when I'm in a jam
Got my ancestors blood on my hands
This is realer than you understand
See I need me a vibe on command
I just keep balling cuz bitch I'm that man
Money taking that's straight to my hands
When it's payday I'm hitting my dance
My niggas calling me rich
Really I save what I can
I hear my name from the stands
Music go off and it land
I turned you niggas stans
I told you it all in my hands
I'm on my way to the top
Ain't got no reason to stop
Anything we make is hot
I call it 203 pop
Look at the time
The ice in my watch
Make a noreasten whenever it tock
We from the east
So this gotta knock
Put em on notice
We opened up shop