FRUCTOSE (feat. Garrett Sparrow, Max Leonard & Joshua Raw)

Check me out Let me spell it out Cop a prelude Drop it low and deck it out Got the demos queued So we'll take the scenic route It's hotter than what's out Ask your momma, she can vouch Slid open the sun roof so you can hear the hits Automatic, home run We ain't never missed and Never called a strike I'm tearing through the mic We kicking it with Francis Cleaning gaps while on the bike like There goes that boy that's dressing Better than the president A fashion killer Then my niggas burn the evidence I made it evident Like rooms that's filled with elephants Squirtle in my spokes So you can hear me while I'm peddling Sweet Sweet like Sweet Tastes like syrup Taste like Taste like syrup Taste like Tastes like syrup Taste like Tastes like syrup Taste like Tastes like syrup Taste like Tastes like syrup Taste like