Oranges on Grape

[Intro: Larry June] Shit, ee-hee Damn, sock it to me Shit, sock it to me Larry June [Verse 1: 03 Greedo] Grab my choppa off the floor, watch it do the Diddy dance Put a nigga 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 nigga, 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, bitch you know we hold tools Fucking with a hoe, fools know we met in Whole Foods Healthy! Just like my pockets I tote a rocket, I'm not gone cock it This shit already lit, this shit already lit This shit already loaded, I pull up with the choppas Drummer gang bitch, give a fuck about a instrumental I’ma playa bitch, give a fuck if she get sentimental Before she pay her rent, I’ma make that bitch 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 Bitch, 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 Bitch quit playing, need all that Fuck the rap game, moving novocaine Two snow bunnies when the Rover came (yeee-heee) Bitch hella thick, come choose up on a pimp Im never on the radio, I'm talking to much shit Thirty in my clip, I ain't playing Nigga what you saying , I was dirty so I ran Foot chase, they caught a nigga, 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 nigga, never fucked a bitch 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, shit, man Ay ay ay shit ee-hee Ay ay, good job, Greedo, uh Ay ay ay, ay ay ay, ee-hee shit Damn, damn, uh damn Ee-hee, shit, sock it to me Ay