Bout to Get Fruit Punched, Homie Lyrics

I was peddling sugary drinks to all the little kids for weeks
Spending late nights at the factory
Making fat stacks for my family
But now my wife's been getting shady
That trick-ass mark don't call me baby
I'll sit by the window sill and if she's got another man
Then juice will spill

Thought I had people I could trust
Like my boy, Captain Crunch
I know he'd never (Never)
Do me like that (Behind my back)
I found her mouth all cut up
And his hat in the corner
Yo, homes you don't know what I'm
Capable of

Before Kool-Aid picked me up
I ran blocks, I sold rocks
G's up, hoes down and I'd have all
These snitches stomped (Then I grew up)
And got a real job
Peddling drinks to all these little snobs
And if you think that I fell off
Then watch your back 'fore you get popped

I'll disconnect
The Captain's neck
And make him wish
That he was dead
I'll disconnect
The Captain's neck
And make him wish
That he was dead
I'll smash your skull like a crunch-berry, punk

Thought I had people I could trust
Like my boy, Captain Crunch
I know he'd never (Never)
Do me like that (Behind my back)
I found her mouth all cut up
And his hat in the corner
Yo, homes you don't know what I'm
Capable of

So keep my name out your mouth, son