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Raq Baby - Fruity Pebbles Lyrics

[Intro]
(What they talkin' 'bout, Traiqo?)

[Chorus]
I got me a newer bezel, I got pape', I'm doin' better
Only exotic shit, big-ass blunt, it taste like Fruity Pebbles
Say you gon' rob me, you ain't do it never, look at my knot, big block of cheddar
I don't want no lil'-boy shit, known to get off, I'm ridin' with a Glock or better
Big-ass racks, my jeans tight, this street shit ain't what it seem like
Nigga, ain't no structure, we'll come whack your ass, we don't need no green light
Tell them folks how you crossed me up and you was 'posed to be on my team, right?
Need to free Mon, a lotta shit goin' on, this shit don't seem right

[Verse]
Live so fast, I swear these Percs be on my ass
I don't give a fuck 'bout your attitude, still suck my dick whеn she get mad
Saw me in a forеign with another bitch, start tweakin' out, try to break the glass
I'ma chop his fuckin' fingers off if I see that nigga go in my stash, huh
She tryna leave the club with me, I don't even know the bitch
Try to stay humble with my racks, I got them bitches, but they don't notice it
I had wrecked the stolen Scat, so I ain't even give no fuck when they totaled it
And my main ho don't want for nothin', I swear to God, I got a loaded bitch
Want war with us like suicide, better pick your side, it's do or die
I ain't gotta come spin on your block at night, lil' nigga, I'll do it now
Left me for a lame, I got that pape', she wonderin' what I'm doin' now
Better not clutch that gun, I'ma bust your ass, give a fuck if you do it now
For the sack, I'll go in for the tackle, please be safe, I ride with smackers
Thought I told these niggas before, I'm a real-deal glizzy clapper
Your bitch keep rubbin' up on my chain, please get her back before I smack her
I know that wasn't y'all up on that drill, y'all niggas some real cappers
Spint they shit, they like, "Who that was?" I ain't gon' stop 'til we drew some blood
Opp nigga told me he ain't never seen a Drac', wanna know what the fuck it does
Nigga know what's up, I walk in by myself with a fifty in the club
Count up a hundred with mom dukes, I don't need no bitch to show me love
Been in the field too long, it's time to get rich, I feel my time's up
Say you gon' spin my spot, I'm all on the top of that bitch, got 'em lined up
She said, "You ain't never have time for anything, what you got time for?"
Whenever you ask, I give you anything, so what you lyin' for?
[Chorus]
I got me a newer bezel, I got pape', I'm doin' better
Only exotic shit, big-ass blunt, it taste like Fruity Pebbles
Say you gon' rob me, you ain't do it never, look at my knot, big block of cheddar
I don't want no lil'-boy shit, known to get off, I'm ridin' with a Glock or better
Big-ass racks, my jeans tight, this street shit ain't what it seem like
Nigga, ain't no structure, we'll come whack your ass, we don't need no green light
Tell them folks how you crossed me up and you was 'posed to be on my team, right?
Need to free Mon, a lotta shit goin' on, this shit don't seem right

[Outro]
Live so fast, I swear these Percs be on my ass
I don't give a fuck 'bout your attitude, still suck my dick when she get mad