Fruity - Slim Dunkin, D Boy

Retarded with them racks, racks on top of racks

Rubberband this, rubberband that

Retarded with them racks, racks on top of racks

Rubberband this, rubberband that

Stupid fruity loud pack, that’s all we smoking on

Futuristic swag, got her choosing, shawty know I’m on

Hit the club with racks and I spend it 'cause I got it

Ballers in the club, throw it up if you got it

Money with them racks, call me Steve Urkel

Oops, my bad, did I do that on purpose?

Rims flip like acrobats, I threw them in the circus

Blunt sort of strong, got me spinning 'round in circles

Racks on top of racks, what’s up, long money

They just trying to put me on, but I got my own money

Trap still bunking, been getting money

Been fucking Monday through Sunday

I ball, running through those racks, you know I’ma bet it all

I want this and that, but I’m tearing up the wall

You can have her back, nigga, I don’t want your broad

Nah, 'cause I ball, a boss

Stupid fruity swag, we say futuristic flavor

That make stupid swavor, I got stupid swavor

Clayton County shawty, blowing kush up in the ay-er

Money over here, money over there

Stupid fruity loud pack, that’s all we smoking on

Futuristic swag, got her choosing, shawty know I’m on

Hit the club with racks and I spend it 'cause I got it

Ballers in the club, throw it up if you got it

Stupid fruity loud pack, that’s all we smoking on

Futuristic swag, got her choosing, shawty know I’m on

Hit the club with racks and I spend it 'cause I got it

Ballers in the club, throw it up if you got it

Stupid fruity loud pack, I’m finna bust the speakers

Sexy in stilettos, motherfuck a sneaker

Watch my boo stunt while I’m blowing on the fruity

When my girl jig, they gonna swear to life they coogie

Hating, make them sit down 'cause they can’t stand me

Hating 'cause these hoes love Dunkin like my granny

I’m Listerine fresh, back up 'cause your breath stank

Leave your girl with me, I’ma pump her like a gas tank

Your man cut the check and the check keep bouncing

Slim cut the check and baby girl still counting

Stupid fruity loud pack, we blowing by the ounces

I’m so high, I could see Stone Mountain

Stupid fruity loud pack, that’s all we smoking on

Futuristic swag, got her choosing, shawty know I’m on

Hit the club with racks and I spend it 'cause I got it

Ballers in the club, throw it up if you got it

Stupid fruity loud pack, that’s all we smoking on

Futuristic swag, got her choosing, shawty know I’m on

Hit the club with racks and I spend it 'cause I got it

Ballers in the club, throw it up if you got it

Futuristic swag, you can call me young Marty

Smoke nothing but loud like I’m kin to Bob Marley

Flat screens in my whip, my daughter watching iCarly

Wrist on froze, ass repping Ed Hardy, I’m gnarly

Ever since I blew up on the scene

Those bitches wouldn’t stand me till they saw me on they screen

But it’s cool, really, I ain’t worried about a beeyatch

I got too much money to be worried about a beeyatch

Back to the future, Michael J. Fox

Ain’t nobody supposed to be here, asked

I do what I want, I live my life outside the box

Ain’t no squares in my circle and my pockets full of what?

Stupid fruity loud pack, that’s all we smoking on

Futuristic swag, got her choosing, shawty know I’m on

Hit the club with racks and I spend it 'cause I got it

Ballers in the club, throw it up if you got it

Stupid fruity loud pack, that’s all we smoking on

Futuristic swag, got her choosing, shawty know I’m on

Hit the club with racks and I spend it 'cause I got it

Ballers in the club, throw it up if you got it

Retarded with them racks, racks on top of racks

Rubberband this, rubberband that

Retarded with them racks, racks on top of racks

Rubberband this, rubberband that