Oranges on Grape lyrics

[Intro: Larry June]
sh*t, ee-hee
Damn, sock it to me
sh*t, sock it to me
Larry June

[Verse 1: 03 Greedo]
Grab my choppa off the floor, watch it do the Diddy dance
Put a n*gga in a plastic bag, shiny-suit man
Got it out the bowl, so suppressors look like soup cans
She rapid so I'm coolest ‘round a million dollar food, man
Got it out the bowl, two-percent in Fruit Loops, man
Young n*gga, kept a long nose like toucan
You doing good, you're doing great, come get this good [?]
My migo text me andale, I made the great escape
Twenty long years they trying to lock the wolf away
Gave my lawyer twenty bands, I was locked up twenty dates
Drummer gang, no Pro Tools, b*tch you know we hold tools
f*cking with a hoe, fools know we met in Whole Foods
Healthy! Just like my pockets
I tote a rocket, I'm not gone c*ck it
This sh*t already lit, this sh*t already lit
This sh*t already loaded, I pull up with the choppas
Drummer gang b*tch, give a f*ck about a instrumental
I’ma playa b*tch, give a f*ck if she get sentimental
Before she pay her rent, I’ma make that b*tch go get a rental
I’ma take a trip, then I'm coming home with the dinner
[Verse 2: Larry June]
Gas packs, choppas automatic
Buy an old school then I paint it like a canvas
b*tch, why you cap, four deep, no sleep
Old school, new feet, aye, aye, aye, aye yee-hee
Ridin' round with the 24-8 in another state, all for the cake
Just touched down, another hoe to break
Brand new toast in the North Face
b*tch quit playing, need all that
f*ck the rap game, moving novocaine
Two snow bunnies when the Rover came
(yeee-heee)
b*tch hella thick, come choose up on a pimp
Im never on the radio, I'm talking to much sh*t
Thirty in my clip, I ain't playing
n*gga what you saying , I was dirty so I ran
Foot chase, they caught a n*gga, I'm damned
Police knocking on my granny door, I’m in the town
I went broke, my lawyer hit me for a ten
I never thought I'd be in Tokyo counting Yen
Kick-flip, make the work kick-flip
New whip, and I got the pink slip
All my handguns newbies, I ain't get to bust 'em
You can tell by my fingernails I'm getting money
Clean n*gga, never f*cked a b*tch bare-back
The only reason that you got in cause I booted that
In Whole Foods with the forty like a maniac
Its tax evasion if he search where my ankle at
[Outro: Larry June]
Damn, sh*t, man
Ay ay ay sh*t ee-hee
Ay ay, good job, Greedo, uh
Ay ay ay, ay ay ay, ee-hee sh*t
Damn, damn, uh damn
Ee-hee, sh*t, sock it to me
Ay