Fruitella

(James about that cheque, boy)

(It's Tekky)

Ayy, ayy, she likes a sweet boy and I can be a Fruitella

Tell me what you want, I get the mood setup, ayy, huh

Me, I was tryna make a change (Change)

And now I'm seein' change through my wave (Ha)

While you see me gettin' waved everyday

'Cause that's the game I gotta play, oh

Now they see my face on the pages, they rate him

But where was they in days when I would struggle for the pay? (Nowhere)

It's fake and it's bait (True)

Still, I can't complain

'Cause I came from a place where you have to maintain

Shawty wanna see me show face, okay, I won't stay, no way

I ain't wifing you, dumpling

Why? Cause I'm a young king

Sees me on young king, now she thinks I bun things

It's true though (It's true, bae)

But I ain't tryna give her clues, bro

I love a little baddie and I've fucked a couple loose hoes

She don't like white boys, I slipped into the loophole

She's askin' when I'm gonna stop it, had to tell her: Who knows? (Who knows?)

'Cah you froze (Haha)

Yeah, the pressure made your shit flop

These other rappers pissed off 'cah the kid's shit hot

Ayy, so tell me, who's better?

She likes a sweet boy and I can be a Fruitella (Fruitella)

I won't lie to you, darlin', 'cause I'm a truth teller

Too clever, tell me what you want, I get the mood setup

Uh, ayy, so tell me, who's better? (Who's better?)

She likes a sweet boy and I can be a Fruitella (Fruitella)

I won't lie to you, darlin', 'cause I'm a truth teller

Too clever, tell me what you want, I get the mood setup (Set the mood)

I get the mood patterned

You see in me some plain clothes, I never been to Hatton

She said I'm sick at rapping (Ah)

I told her: Come to the booth and let me show you how a star works

Now she thinks I'm sweet like some Starbust (Mwah)

This shit ain't always sweet, the pain, it rah hurts

Always on my feet though, you'll always see me charge turn (Woi)

So let me turn up

I'm jiggy, so I get away with murder (Haha)

She like me 'cause I got a name she heard of

Uh, ayy, call me the booth sheller

Freezin' up the room, I make a tune, you needed two sweaters

Never had a handout, grind so I can do better

Tell the pages chill with their DMs, seen a few beggin' (Bare beggin' it)

She wanna suck it 'cause I'm sweet like some Smarties (Hmm)

I'm hardly a husband, the hardest in the party (The hardest)

See me with my chargie (Yeah)

Fillin' up my glassy (HUh)

Glancing at shawty, I heard her say: That's ArrDee! (Hey, hey, hey)

Ayy, so tell me, who's better? (Who's better?)

She likes a sweet boy and I can be a Fruitella (Fruitella)

I won't lie to you, darlin', 'cause I'm a truth teller

Too clever, tell me what you want, I get the mood setup (I set the mood)

Uh, ayy, so tell me, who's better? (Who's better?)

She likes a sweet boy and I can be a Fruitella (Fruitella)

I won't lie to you, darlin', 'cause I'm a truth teller

Too clever, tell me what you want, I get the mood setup (Set the mood)

Ayy, so tell me, who's better?

She likes a sweet boy and I can be a Fruitella

I won't lie to you, darlin', 'cause I'm a truth teller

Too clever, tell me what you want, I get the mood setup

Ha, ha, mood setup

Sweet boy, sweet boy, Fruitella, ha, ha

ArrDee, ha, ArrDee, ha, ha, ha