​​fruitfly lyrics

[Intro: yuke]
f*ck a b*tch choppas, n*gga asking none
f*ck a b*tch choppas, n*gga asking none
f*ck a b*tch choppas, n*gga asking none
Really spend again and you still ain't gon' do sh*t
I don't give a fu—
I think it's quite comfy down here

[Verse: yuke]
If I get booked, know my man's gon' post that bill
Really serving fiends that be posted at the shill
n*gga's hit the bean then you saw they turn to pill
How the f*ck are you really 'bout to feel?
f*ck music, b*tch, I really send that pack through the mill
I don't like when n*gga's start asking me for mills
Hit 'em in his back while you runnin' and he fell
Now I'm taking all his sh*t, give a f*ck if it's for sale
My n*gga's duggin', yeah, they duggin'
f*ck a b*tch choppas, n*gga asking none
Really spend again and you still ain't gon' do sh*t
I don't give a f*ck, b*tch, I pull up, I'm with quinn
Now I'm so far, I don't know when I fell in
Try to make a million off the music bands
n*gga don't worry, I'ma go inside his head
Come and try to stop me, but this Glock gon' make you dance
You payin' for your rent, what I spend on my pants
Done playing all these games with these little fans
Give up off my meat with the little IG rants
He seen what I did, tell this n*gga I said, "Damn"
Damn (I said, "Damn")
[Outro]
Be yourself, by yourself
Be yourself, by yourself
Be yourself, by yourself