Large - Fruit lyrics

OK , Yooo Don't play Or change faces Change names never change places I keep swishers & some big faces Feelin like Kayne so amazing Trap boy just the life that I choose The real large how can I lose Go & ball tell I can shoot All I ever rolled is fruits Had to grind drop out of school In a foreign just hit a jug This the realest I ever wrote Had to go get the loot Dab on ya' count that loot Only god can judge the way I'm move I know what to do I just want gula what's the rules I'm in the streets you wonderin' who Look like I hit the lotto Sign my name on the check At the bottom Plug I can't drop it You can't test my logic How you gon' test me You don't have no pockets Hey I'm steady winnin' You know I'm doin' numbers Get it how ya' want it your money I just want the hundreds , commas Chill out get a pair Everyday I'll go get some L's In the studio blow it there Independent I got my own flavor Zip for the low cost you 300 Never thought I'd be a drummer Round here blow an onion It's nothin' hot boy so no judge me Aye Trap boy just the life that I choose The real large how can I lose Go & ball tell I can shoot All I ever rolled is fruits Had to grind drop out of school In a foreign just hit a jug This the realest I ever wrote Had to go get the loot Dab on ya' count that loot Only god can judge the way I'm move I know what to do I just want gula what's the rules I'm in the streets you wonderin' who Really accept the path I'm zoomin' Work instead read a book then Listen to my life & started lookin' Had hustle to get Out the woods ya' I'm not biting this how I stood up Fl boy this how we eat juggin' You don't got to have none You got to be blowin' Owe no one chances I just took 'em Chances I just took 'em Booking just beat the Case Blue hundreds ,blue face, Face 'em I look at you that's a wasted Work on me building up my Name ya k**a don't say none about it 233 holes in your body Dont know nothin' bout it Dont know nothin' bout me Woa Trap boy just the life that I choose The real large how can I lose Go & ball tell I can shoot All I ever rolled is fruits Had to grind drop out of school In a foreign just hit a jug This the realest I ever wrote Had to go get the loot Dab on ya' count that loot Only god can judge the way I'm move I know what to do I just want gula what's the rules I'm in the streets you wonderin' who