ArrDee - Fruitella lyrics

(James about that cheque, boy, It's Tekky)
Ha, ha, ayy, ayy
She likes a sweet boy and I
Can be a Fruitella tell me what you want,  I
Get the mood setup, ayy, uh

Me, I was tryna make a change (Change)
And now I'm seein' change through my wave
(Ha) while you see me gettin' waved everyday
'Cause that's the game I gotta play, oh
Now they see my face on the pages
They rate him
But where was they in days when
I would struggle for the pay? (Nowhere)
It's fake and it's bait (True)
Still, I can't complain
'Cause I came from a place
Where you have to maintain (Hm)
Shawty wanna see me show face
Okay, I won't stay, no way
(No way) i ain't wifing you, dumpling
Why? Cause I'm a young king (Haha)
Sees me on YoungKings
Now she thinks I bun things
It's true though (It's true, babe)
But I ain't tryna give her clues, bro
I love a little baddie and I've
Fucked a couple loose hoes (Ha, ha)
She don't like white boys
I slipped into the loophole
She's askin' when I'm gonna stop
It, had to tell her, "Who knows?"
(Who knows?) 'Cah you froze (Haha)
Yeah, the pressure made your shit flop (Ha)
These other rappers pissed off 'cah
The kid's shit hot (Shit hot)

Ayy, so tell me, who's better?
(Who's better?) she likes a sweet boy and
I can be a Fruitella (Fruitella)
I won't lie to you, darlin'
'cause I'm a truth teller
Too clever, tell me what you want
I get the mood setup
Uh, ayy, so tell me, who's better?
(Who's better?) she likes a sweet boy and
I can be a Fruitella (Fruitella)
I won't lie to you, darlin'
'cause I'm a truth teller
Too clever, tell me what you want
I get the mood setup (Set the mood)

I get the mood patterned (Haha)
You see in me some plain clothes
I never been to Hatton
She said I'm sick at rapping (Ah)
I told her, "Come to the booth and let me
Show you how a star works"
Now she thinks I'm sweet like some Starburst
(Mwah)
This shit ain't always sweet, the pain
It rah hurts always on my feet though
You'll always see me charge turn (Woi)
So let me turn up
I'm jiggy, so I get away with murder (Haha)
She like me 'cause I got a name she heard of
(Ha, fuck it)
Uh, ayy, call me the booth sheller
Freezin' up the room, I make a tune
You needed two sweaters
Never had a handout, grind so I can do better
Tell the pages chill with their DMs
Seen a few beggin' (Bare beggin' it)
She wanna suck it 'cause I'm
Sweet like some Smarties (Hm-m)
I'm hardly a husband
The hardest in the party (Hardest)
See me with my chargie (yeah)
Fillin' up my glassy (Huh)
Glancing at shawty, I heard her say
"That's ArrDee!" (Hey, hey hey ayy)

Ayy, so tell me, who's better?
(Who's better?) she likes a sweet boy and
I can be a Fruitella (Fruitella)
I won't lie to you, darlin'
'cause I'm a truth teller
Too clever, tell me what you want
I get the mood setup (I set the mood)
Uh, ayy, so tell me, who's better?
(Who's better?) she likes a sweet boy and
I can be a Fruitella (Fruitella)
I won't lie to you, darlin'
'cause I'm a truth teller
Too clever, tell me what you want
I get the mood setup

Ayy, so tell me, who's better?
She likes a sweet boy and
I can be a Fruitella
I won't lie to you, darlin'
'cause I'm a truth teller
Too clever, tell me what you want
I get the mood setup
Ha, ha, mood setup, sweet boy
Sweet boy, Fruitella, ha, ha
ArrDee, ha, ArrDee, ha, ha