Fruit Of My Labor Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Who's that girl wit the dress
Wit supplies on her chest
Hope she slide off a text
They gon' copy finesse
Actin' blind for the rest
but you see iz da best
Bullets climb out the techs
Like a mind of they own
Stop crowdin my zone (nigga before I go left) Winners crowdin my steps like I carry the torch that's decidin who Next better mark up the scores don't apply enough presh' don't step
Bitch this the fruit of my labor gon ripe up the checks
Ain't worth the time (then I jus snipe him at best)
They keep timin my runs breakin records at best
Got a S on yo chest kryptonite thru Yu vest
Runnin' round like you like gettin checked a hunnid' rounds we gon fight til' the death that's another down you better hike wit yo chest she keep comin up wit all this shit in her head
Don't be understanding trynna run the planet wit you settle down so I can chill n plan it wit you they run in know ima shoot this hammer wit you fuck you til' the mornin go bananas wit you
Had to go n get this money plain n simple baby let me know I'll cop it ain't a issue know these niggaz corny nothin Gainin witchu' why they playin wit you
Who's that girl wit the dress wit supplies on her chest hope she slide off a text
They gon copy finesse actin blind for the rest but you see iz' da best bullets climb out the techs like a mind of they Own Stop crowdin my zone (nigga before I go left) Winners crowdin my steps like I carry the torch that's decidin Who next better mark up the scores don't apply enough presh' don't step