Fruit Loops

Lyrics

[Intro] (Stop it, Tillaa) (Beat it up Bavaro) [Chorus: Casper TNG] Late night can't get no sleep I ain't never had no peace All I ever had was dreams All I ever had was me-me-me All I ever had was 3-3 All I ever do is TT My mom she don't even get to see me I'm too busy chasing my dreams Still always chasing the fiend I put a two into a Fanta and then I turn into a fiend I had to tell 'em don't play with me Used to be a nice guy now I'm so mean Forty-five make him shoulder lean Trey eight make him go to sleep Now I'm high they notice me Wrist buss like ouu-who Neck buss like ouu-who Diamonds looking like fruit loops Give a fuck 'bout what you do And my money going through the roof Play with me and I'ma shoot you They will never get a clue [Post-Chorus: 33RK] Sipping on red Your bitch is not hot, left her on read Did it again, fresh out the pen's Hop out the Benz, uh-yeah Setting the trend Don't need a friend One in the head, uh-yeah Dunk on the dead, said what I said Spinning, we bend But I still can't get no sleep Tupac, all eyes on me Now they bump me in they speakers Just hope the message doesn't leak And these niggas keep asking for features S you gon' have to pay a fee And I got a youngin he a tweaker He gon' leave 'em dead up in the streets [Chorus: Casper TNG] Late night can't get no sleep I ain't never had no peace All I ever had was dreams All I ever had was me-me-me All I ever had was 3-3 All I ever do is TT My mom she don't even get to see me I'm too busy chasing my dreams Still always chasing the fiend I put a two into a Fanta and then I turn into a fiend I had to tell 'em don't play with me Used to be a nice guy now I'm so mean Forty-five make him shoulder lean Trey eight make him go to sleep Now I'm high they notice me Wrist buss like ouu-who Neck buss like ouu-who Diamonds looking like fruit loops Give a fuck 'bout what you do And my money going through the roof Play with me and I'ma shoot you They will never get a clue [Post-Chorus: 33RK] Sipping on red Your bitch is not hot, left her on read Did it again, fresh out the pen's Hop out the Benz, uh-yeah Setting the trend Don't need a friend One in the head, uh-yeah Dunk on the dead, said what I said Spinning, we bend But I still can't get no sleep Tupac, all eyes on me Now they bump me in they speakers Just hope the message doesn't leak And these niggas keep asking for features S you gon' have to pay a fee And I got a youngin he a tweaker He gon' leave 'em dead up in the streets