Fruitarian

[Intro: Y$57]
Yeah, yeah, ye-yeah
Ugh, ugh (shit man)
Ugh, yeah, yuh
Yeah, yeah

[Verse: Y$57]
Workin my music
I'm throwing arrows, like I'm evil cupid
Poppin' a perc, I sleep and its lucid
I gotta army, for real, and suited
Whole lotta war that making us wounded
Making some bank, learning to kill
We shooting these bullets, and do it for thrill
I know how to aim, and thats a skill
.30 be Poppin, and you know the drill

[Bridge: Y$57]
Semi automatic, ill
57 you should chill
All of you brains, spill (hah)
Semi automatic, ill
57 you should chill (ugh)
You dont believe me, for real

[Verse: Y$57]
Imma say fuck it and pop me a pill
Weak ass plug can't supply and refill
Pour up a four and you wanna come near
Crackhead nigga snorting advil

[Adlibs: Y$57]
Semi automatic, ill
57 you should chill
All of you brains, spill

[Verse: J$tacks]
Yeah, yeah
Don't get yo shit bust
Talking like he lit
We hit his bitch and blow her legs front (come here bitch)
Shoot you in yo shit
Cuz they gon [?] you gon say nun
Shoot you in yo shit
And tell that bitch to pick yo face up (bow)
Bitch we empty the clip
So rip the limbs up off these fuck niggas
Shawty say I'm ruthless, I go stupid
Bitch I'm dumb with it
Pussy bitch dont get me started
I'm retarded, so dont fuck with me
Niggas know that errytime that we slide
It ain't no hiding no-no ducking and shit
Foe nem take his ass up top
And where the [?] and knock his dreads off
See my nigga cut the hair off with the phantom
Spin up here, we hit his friend
You kno we had to wet him on
Play no games, we aim for brains (Grrraa)
But bitch you kno we aiming at yo skull

[Outro: J$tacks]
Say, bitch Y$, you finna stop sending me these short ass verses nigga
Let a nigga get groovy, like Fuck!