Derez De’Shon, Slim Dunkin - Fruity lyrics

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