Lyrics Grome.mm – FruityLoops | New Today Lyrics

Lemme spit and verbalise with my deadly weapon

I might just land assault with a battery

All these rappers seem to be very fucking mad at me

Apparently, i need my daw and not a mic

I don’t care what you fucking saw or what the fuck you like

These mother fucking, ducking, clucking, kentucky fried chicken loving, closeted, homo erotic cousins, wait

Niggas

That’s the word so sorry for those details

I just say these words to impress the females

Them same females give mе evils

We’ll see how she feels whеn the purple p kills

They call me young and clean like a jelly bean

Teddy riley ready to fill the ladies bellies, look at me

Pusha t is pushing me to see yeezy

Fuck weezy, i’m signing me with jay z

Lazy like my work ethic

My music ain’t squirtle

It’s more like a tepig

Purple is the name and the message

Paradigm, an example for the bredrin

Why the fucks my name paradigm then

I set less of an example online than the sidemen

All these useless fucking shots damn it’s frightening

All these girls call the cops angers heightening

All rape jokes aside

There goes my sign to def jam

I think i need some meth man

On a track, damn play that back

My verse needs some space like a fucking tooth gap

Who says i can’t rap and produce
You know i’ve got the juice
Orange, apple, the fruit

Who says i can’t rap and produce
You know i’ve got the juice
Orange, apple, the fruit

Who says i can’t rap and produce
You know i’ve got the juice
Orange, apple, the fruit

Who says i can’t rap and produce
You know i’ve got the juice
On the fucking fruity loops
When i’m on the beat i’m like mike tyson

With the right writing, i be mic fighting

With a flow that’ll resonate with the crowd

The fruity loops that better make your speakers loud

We gon make it to def jam, trust me

Cuz we’re the flyest in the building, busting

Our asses off, we’re the flyest, not the highest in the room

I can sing, i can’t afford no fucking auto tune

I’m only 17 and i’m spitting bars

When i’m 21 and broke, me and kev’ll be lifting cars

Or armoured trucks, in gta fashion

When tiger woods is cheating, he calls it pga passion

Smashing all the records in front of me

On a track, or literally i’m done in 3 minutes

I never flow like a fucking moron

But i act like i’m 5 so you can call me boron

Taking you back physics

Don’t get it twisted

I’m livid

But when i’m rapping

I’m with it

And when i’m slacking

They’re whipping

I put my back in this music

In hopes that people can use it

And that they rap back into it

Sit back and listen to it

Not from newark but i’m red, man

Got this blood up on my hands

Of the mc’s teased the purple champ

It’s funny how life how life can be so surreal

So i pulled back sir real, and reeled back into how i feel

(how do you feel?)

Man i fucking feel hungry

Stealing from the bears

And eating with the monkeys

Funky is how i’m gonna keep it

As i’m jumping on flows

As opposed to that weak shit

Every week shit

Always on the grind

I think it’s it’s prime time that we rhymed something people find

Amusing, fuck going out with groupie troops

You can find me sitting on the fruity loops

Who says i can’t rap and produce
You know i’ve got the juice
Orange, apple, the fruit

Who says i can’t rap and produce
You know i’ve got the juice
Orange, apple, the fruit

Who says i can’t rap and produce
You know i’ve got the juice
Orange, apple, the fruit

Who says i can’t rap and produce
You know i’ve got the juice
On the fucking fruity loops

Who says i can’t rap and produce
You know i’ve got the juice
Orange, apple, the fruit

Who says i can’t rap and produce
You know i’ve got the juice
Orange, apple, the fruit

Who says i can’t rap and produce
You know i’ve got the juice
Orange, apple, the fruit

Who says i can’t rap and produce
You know i’ve got the juice
On the fucking fruity loops