Lyrics Sour Apples - Brian Fresco, Joey Purp, NJOMZA

Sour Apples

I said it’s bout time sum real niggas made it hella faded laughin at all of dem
old hoes I dated
I pray to god all my niggas gon b straight shrimp n steak n tanned bitches wit
foreign traits
Nd niggas tellin me I got next I break necks of dem blunts den I’m reachin for
dat latex so I can cop sum late sex from shorty in dat spandex
I’m in dis bitch actin a fool xanin off da xanex
Ridin roun wit dem same boys oak street to da ave boa
White ho wit dat coke nose fina cop me dat bag boa
My niggas clappin dem dat toys shoot holes big like astroids
Smokin onnat blastoise my head hold
Dat rag boaa
In rod we lust the mystic fuk nigga u missed it bitch we Savin money it’s hers
I’m gone spend it
Brain game was splendid face shot she lived it kno da hood gon love me cuz real
niggas feel da kid
How they gon' stop us when we movin this fast?
We all got problems just leave em in the past…
How they gon' stop us when we movin this fast?
Foot on the pedal blowin smoke up ass
We all got problems just leave em in the the past
Cause we’re on the way, we’re on the way
Sippin syrup as I skate through the 'Go
It’s SAVEMONEY never savin' no ho
We risen higher but you already know that we’re on the way
We’re on the way
Seersucker pants
My vans is Marc Jacobs
But the most important part of my persons imported
She foreign
It’s 4 in the morning
She snorin, I’m yawnin, we gon
And my phone I’m ignorin
Cause bitches me callin
I’m bogus bruh
Parked out front but I’m so inside
When I roll up just roll it right
Fuckin with me then you chose it right
I’m bogus bruh
Parked out front but I’m so inside
When I roll up just roll it right
Fuckin with me I’ll chance your life
Ida B raised me savemoney made me
Been a real nigga since ms Allen had dat baby
Dem fucka cnt phase me torpedo from da navy leave yo block invaded
Wit dem goons from Haiti
Long winded dese niggas ain’t gat no stamina I’m Ridin wit a bitch wit tits as
big as Pamela’s
Nd Cece still trippin ova Angela but kno it’s really nothin for real niggas to
handle em
Smokin ova gone in dis zone thinkin bout these streets I call home n how we
gladiate like Rome
From dat city wea da bullets hot wen it’s cold wea dem people look left and
folks gat dat rite mode
Wea if u lookin at da wrong nigga u can get yo shit twisted nigga
U can get yo shitt lifted get yo shitt shifted my niggas all ona wrong side
nigga we can get it crackin get it.
Piffy
I used to roll them baseball spliffs with the paper tips
Ridin round on my 10 speed tryna make a grip
Now it’s flick-flick
Takin pictures with a naked bitch
Take a hit, take a sniff
Take a sip, take a drip
Puffin on the grass
Sippin fast, but I’m movin slow
Tell that bitch be easy when you see me
Keep it groovy ho
Understand nigga it’s that fam
Don’t be stupid, foe
Savemoney my crew for sure
Them the niggas I do it for
We up next and you upset
I’m hot up, you ain’t up yet
Layin down when I’m sipping potion
Finna blow that’s big commotion
Shouts out my brother Vic
Fresco my brother too
I run the 2 you run the 3
That Scottie game, that Jordan D
That 91−93 95−98
That bullshit that niggas hate
That bullshit that niggas ain’t
Chitown where you niggas can’t
Smoke weed till my niggas faint
Savemoney you niggas fake
Savemoney you niggas fake