Fry Lyrics

Man hold on, hold on

Bitch I fucking slide

With this check that I got

I gon buy

Everything in the store

Yea it's mine

Got a Rolie but I had to get it twice

Slide on block with Tec's

Yea he gon lose his life

Yea, this shotgun spread

Like some lice

Get fried

P's get you to die

So don't yo bitch ass try

Man hold on hold on hold on

Bitch I spin again

Turn up on that block

Sent them bout six shots

And we serving in the wind

Got me thinkin why am I even trying

With this check that I got, it's alright

Hood Kel-Tec

Hood sex

I don't need no Ad-Cent's

I done got my bands up

Fuck what you mean

I got a stick and i'm ready to poke

Bitch i don't play no game

Fuck what you say, what you claim, you a hoe

Bitch you could take to the grave

Walking round my homie got a knock, it gon knock you down

Rocking out this show that i'm at

Slap him up if he selling for tax

Asking me to dupe all these racks

Thinking you hiding yo lies

But it's in front my eyes hoe

Here flexing cash inside the Benz window

And it's fuck what you mean, cause i'm going on top right now

Not on you, I go on top of the mount

I can tell by your ways hoe you on the way out

I done did this shit before

Mother fucker I don't give a fuck at all

I ain't really give a fuck hoe, i'm starting turn soft

Bitch insane, get out my way

Climbing to the top

Beating up the ranks

Slide with that shank

We get him gone

Sad to say, his life wasn't long

Fuck what you claim, i'm on top

bitch get outa my way, I want no talk

Man hold on, hold on

Bitch I fucking slide

With this check that I got

I gon buy

Everything in the store

Yea it's mine

Got a Rolie but I had to get it twice

Slide on block with Tec's

Yea, he gon lose his life

Yea, this shotgun spread

Like some lice

Get fried

P's get you to die

So don't yo bitch ass try