Cantaloupe Lyrics

[Intro]
(Reuel, stop playing with these niggas)
Ayy, look

[Verse]
Fifty in a gym bag, I'm 'bout to get this work out
Barcelona blue Beamer, but she blowing purp' out
Youngin got some real thirties, now he 'bout to Perc' out
If it ain't about a bag, that's the shit that you get curved 'bout
I already got a nut, but another she gon' slurp out
Peanut butter guts, they get jelly when I swerve out (Swerve)
Crosses on my face, but I couldn't take the church route
Kill 'em with success, bitch, I'm 'bout to bring a hearse out
Politicing with some lifers on thе line, they my brothers
Blеw a bag on Securus, sent some money to their mothers
Told 'em it be hard to win 'cause the game full of suckers
Black Suburban full of dope, play the highway like a trucker (Play the highway like a trucker)
Little rappers spreading rumors 'bout me Ex hoes on Clubhouse making rooms about me (Ayy)
Taught her everything she know, she gon' lose without me
My bro will pull up with a mop stick and a broom about me
I feel like Marshall with a triple beam
Lawless with a vicious team, she gargle me like Listerine (Woo)
Six figures seen off of features, I'm a real rapper (Yeah)
Six figures seen off Gelato, I'm a real trapper (Real trapper)
Count it up and let it peel backwards
Snap his body in half like a stale Backwood (Woah)
Flow sick and ain't nobody got the antidote (Nah)
Hit him in his melon, knock the seed out his cantaloupe (Boom, boom, boom)
Down bad, under pressure, did I panic? Nope (Never)
I shook back off a gram of dope
Drought time in the city, run the digits up (Blanco)
Same ho I used to like can't even get me up
[Outro]
Yeah, you love that bitch

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