Depressive Tongue Posse - Blk. lyrics

[Boy Froot] I ain't got sh** ‘cept this switch on my hip And I'll k** you wit a flick, you silly little b**h Know it's Boy Froot when I walk in the club Cuz I got my blade drawn and somebody get cut Turn to Sharxxx and I'm like what the f**? He turn back as I roll the blunt All I wear is black, covered in rillo guts b**h we smoke a sack wit all the windows up Middle of the night and the sky is black Always outta sight, you don't know where I'm at Syrup wit the Sprite, I'ont need no snack Everything is alright, don't call me back All black car wit dem all black windows When I go far, yeah I gots to have the limo Black Carhartt, pair of denim black pants All black heart as I stare into a trance Yeah b**h, you know me, it's Froot wit my homies ‘Cept Sharky Sharx, all them other rappers are below me If money is a factor, I got people who still owe me I'm a straight disaster but yo b**h she wanna blow me While I blow trees, rollin' 3 or 4 deep When I'm witchyo b**h, I jus' let her f**in show me What she workin' wit, let her f**in' work the dick Yea it's Boy Froot, all black wit the rillo split Ridin' in the black Jeep Posse on the f**in' creep [Sharxxx] Black motherf**in' boots, wit the steel-a** toe I'm kickin' in yo do', I'm a fo-real a**-ho But I'm just lookin' for a dealer who can sell me some dro ‘Hello? Yes? One quarter, can I get that to go?' Can I get that in black? Can I see in the dark? I'm sneakin' up on that Phillie that I been seein' you spark I beat you silly, then the Shark is gonna chief in the park Black hoodie, black sky, listenin' to some Black Ark All black clothes, cuz I'm ‘bout the prowl I don't give no f**, b**h, I'ma stab you with a trowel I can tell you a chicken, cuz you be sittin' in a pile Lil lily-livered b**h, I'ma split you like an Owl You can say bullsh**, but yo, you never come around And my farm is always open, I'ma sell you by the pound Blackened to a crisp, black walls in my house Sharxxx is in this b**h, DTP, we turn it out Black f**ing venomous bile Tendons I sever, don't tell me to smile Just let me put on my Black Flag and I ride Cuz it's My War, playa, you all gonna die All (depressive) night (depressive) b**h, I been goin' all night And I don't need none of this sh** you call life Black blade cuttin' these fools like slice, slice Mountain Dew Black, cuz I'm still so Bev Don't bother with the raps, cuz the beat's so heav You be dancin' like you Michael in the streets all day I'm a k**er, not a Thriller, I will eat those legs Cannibal, always doin' a cannonball in my pitch-black pool Black shades on my face, you couldn't get this cool Don't even know my own name, b**h, I slept through school Black ‘cid on my brain, I'm f**in' trippin', dooooo(d) [Boy Froot] All the sh** you thought you knew, no longer does apply to you So I just get a rise out you, and now you gone be dyin' too Look up at the sky with your eyes, it's no longer blue Cuz it's f**in black, ba** slap, I'm despising you b**h you must be trippin', caught yo a** slippin' Know it's Boy Froot, Mack 10 that I'm grippin' All black clothes, all black ski mask Chillin' wit yo hoe, now she ‘bout to relapse b**h I'm creepin' through the woods, smokin' black Backwoods Pistol go clack, weed sack, that good Yea I smoke a whole pound, and then I hit the ground Mix it wit some hash, get dat sh** all around And then I hear the sound of sirens in my town Ain't nobody firin' guns, they f**in' drowned Yea I saw ‘em in the lake, they was beggin' fo they life Now it's too late so I'm lookin' at my knife Should I cut ‘em up? I'ont f**in' know I put syrup in my cup an I'm movin' real slow…