Futuristic, Dax - Grape Kool-Aid lyrics
Futuristic [Zachary Lewis Beck] Tempe, Arizona/Danville, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
Dax [Daniel Nwosu Jr.] St. John's, Newfoundland and Labrador, Canada 🇨🇦
[Futuristic, Dax - Grape Kool-Aid lyrics]
Who really wanna catch some fade? (Anybody)
All these rappers really sweet like lemonade
From Chick-Fil-A
Persona gonna put you right in your grave
Hungry for the fame, that's gonna turn you back into a slave
Who really wanna throw the hands?
They pullin' triggers nowadays, I'm on their Instagram
Bullets hit the fam, chest sizzling like when you put the bacon in the pan
I'm killing these niggas, not feeling these niggas
I rather not spit it, I'm on my singing now
They's hating the culture
A game full of vultures
I came with my soldiers, ready to bring 'em down
On the TV, when they see me
Soon on in a chi-ties, now
Think it's easy
'Till it's hooded season, pull a beanie down
Have him screaming, like I seen her with them breezies in the crowd
Think they dreaming, when I sleep 'em
Leave 'em while they bleeding out
Don't throw shade, ain't nothing sweet but the grape kool-aid
Ain't nothing sweet but the grape kool-aid
Ain't nothing sweet but the grape kool-aid
Fix your face, ain't nothing sweet but the grape kool-aid
Ain't nothing sweet but the grape kool-aid
Ain't nothing sweet but the grape kool-aid
It's Dax
Ain't nothing sweet, I got them bottled in (Bitch)
Get a job, and quit the Instagram modeling
You got all these followers
What they really following?
You make it on the gram
Then, you wondering why I'm hollering
I'm gazed in amazement
Running through these phases
Writing down books, but they always skipping pages
Is this nigga mainstream?
Or is he a racist?
He talks about the blacks more than the triple k's did
I'm driving by niggas, they standing still
My playlist has been a matered from Beatles to Lauryn Hill
My trunk is full of these gimmicky rappers who poppin' pills
Distortion was really real
Realizing their reality is something you shouldn't feel, so
Ain't nothing sweet but this kool-aid
Come back to reality, we ain't playing room skate
You might think it's all fun and games
Until you run up on a nigga
Get your wig pealed off like a tooth pate
(It's Dax)
Don't throw shade, ain't nothing sweet but the grape kool-aid
Ain't nothing sweet but the grape kool-aid
Ain't nothing sweet but the grape kool-aid
Fix your face, ain't nothing sweet but the grape kool-aid
Ain't nothing sweet but the grape kool-aid
Ain't nothing sweet but the grape kool-aid
All these rappers really sweet like lemonade
From Chick-Fil-A
Persona gonna put you right in your grave
Hungry for the fame, that's gonna turn you back into a slave
Who really wanna throw the hands?
They pullin' triggers nowadays, I'm on their Instagram
Bullets hit the fam, chest sizzling like when you put the bacon in the pan
I'm killing these niggas, not feeling these niggas
I rather not spit it, I'm on my singing now
They's hating the culture
A game full of vultures
I came with my soldiers, ready to bring 'em down
On the TV, when they see me
Soon on in a chi-ties, now
Think it's easy
'Till it's hooded season, pull a beanie down
Have him screaming, like I seen her with them breezies in the crowd
Think they dreaming, when I sleep 'em
Leave 'em while they bleeding out
Don't throw shade, ain't nothing sweet but the grape kool-aid
Ain't nothing sweet but the grape kool-aid
Ain't nothing sweet but the grape kool-aid
Fix your face, ain't nothing sweet but the grape kool-aid
Ain't nothing sweet but the grape kool-aid
Ain't nothing sweet but the grape kool-aid
It's Dax
Ain't nothing sweet, I got them bottled in (Bitch)
Get a job, and quit the Instagram modeling
You got all these followers
What they really following?
You make it on the gram
Then, you wondering why I'm hollering
I'm gazed in amazement
Running through these phases
Writing down books, but they always skipping pages
Is this nigga mainstream?
Or is he a racist?
He talks about the blacks more than the triple k's did
I'm driving by niggas, they standing still
My playlist has been a matered from Beatles to Lauryn Hill
My trunk is full of these gimmicky rappers who poppin' pills
Distortion was really real
Realizing their reality is something you shouldn't feel, so
Ain't nothing sweet but this kool-aid
Come back to reality, we ain't playing room skate
You might think it's all fun and games
Until you run up on a nigga
Get your wig pealed off like a tooth pate
(It's Dax)
Don't throw shade, ain't nothing sweet but the grape kool-aid
Ain't nothing sweet but the grape kool-aid
Ain't nothing sweet but the grape kool-aid
Fix your face, ain't nothing sweet but the grape kool-aid
Ain't nothing sweet but the grape kool-aid
Ain't nothing sweet but the grape kool-aid