Fruity Pebbles

Lyrics

[Intro] (Chee on the beat) [Verse 1: ScarLip] Bitch, I'm smoother than a baby ass See through 'em like a cup of glass Red beam, that's that nigga ass And I got a couple hundred in the stash You better knuck if you buck, nigga Don't got a beam, you in luck, nigga Hundred choppers, leave you stuck, nigga And I empty the clip on them fuck niggas [Chorus: ScarLip] That nigga fruity, just give him a pebble I don't think he can handle this metal Niggas talkin', but quick to rebuttal I talk to my angels, but dance with the devil I swear that boy is a dumb-dumb (Dumb-dumb) Bullets gon' fill up his tum-tum (Tum-tum) Bon appétit, nigga, yum-yum Just call him Ricky the way that he run-run [Verse 2: ScarLip] See, Timmy? He was an average kid But me, I was a savage kid I walk in the spot, start blastin' shit If you give mе a gun, then I'm blastin' it Fuck all that beef, yo, I'm tryna get chicken My young niggas wеnt out on a mission She said she hot, well, I need me a witness How you got a deal, but you still in the trenches? I told my baby to get an abortion Never lackin', I'm Christopher Walken I know it's lookin' like I do not care But I want you to know that I think of you often I got a bitch named RiRi (RiRi) I cannot wait 'til she see me (See me) She get more wetter than Fiji She wanna fuck 'cause she see me on TV [Chorus: ScarLip] That nigga fruity, just give him a pebble I don't think he can handle this metal Niggas talkin', but quick to rebuttal I talk to my angels, but dance with the devil I swear that boy is a dumb-dumb (Dumb-dumb) Bullets gon' fill up his tum-tum (Tum-tum) Bon appétit, nigga, yum-yum Just call him Ricky the way that he run-run [Verse 3: TaTa] My arm made of steel, I walk around with metal And if he got beef, it's nothin' we can settle In the spot, on, yeah, everybody, I'm not dancin' A nigga try me, he dancin' with the devil (Pussy) A demon, I pull up on him and I'm squeezin' I leave him, I promise you better believe it Damn, bad bitch, hide the knock where her weave is Bitch, I want everything 'cause I need it ('Cause I need that shit) Damn, damn, like How you go to the store to buy drip and then die in that fashion? (And then die in that shit) Everybody gon' freeze when these bullets start taggin' (Grrt, boom) They don't wanna play no more, throw the flag in But I thought rule number one no lackin' I'm laughin', I'm tired of these niggas keep cappin' (These niggas be cappin') I'm off the Julio, I swear I'm not crashin' I walk through the front, nigga, give me my backend (Just give me that shit) [Chorus: ScarLip] That nigga fruity, just give him a pebble I don't think he can handle this metal Niggas talkin', but quick to rebuttal I talk to my angels, but dance with the devil I swear that boy is a dumb-dumb (Dumb-dumb) Bullets gon' fill up his tum-tum (Tum-tum) Bon appétit, nigga, yum-yum Just call him Ricky the way that he run-run