Left Right ft. FRYR Lyrics

FRYR bitch

Ok, left right left right hit 'em with an uppercut

Plain Jane on my wrist it ain't enough I had to double up

Got all these fucking posers on my phone they say I'm not enough

She want a caramel cookie cutter motherfucker, I ain't him bitch I ain't him

Louis Tim's on Louis V's

Drop the top and you gon' see

A red dot aiming at your noggin

I'm freezing cold bitch no toboggan

I'm looking for gold just like The Hobbit

Protecting my soul, they tried to rob it

I thought I told them bitches to stop it

Hell nah, they ain't ever gonna stop it

So I told them bitches to watch it

Before I just get out my Ruger and pop it

I'm so fucking sick and tired of these goddamn demons

On my line and in my life

Just M.J. out this bitch and beat it

I wonder if I will get to see it

The day they start packing their clothes and leaving

The devil, he wiping his nose and sneezing

Tears drop from his eyes, he thought that I need him

Hell ya, he really though that I need him

Just like the bitch from out west

They want attention, don't ever feed 'em

I'm walking 'round London, get money per diem

Ya he said that he called but we don't wanna see him

So we call in the janitor, tell him to go in and mop it up, fuck it, just tell him to bleed him

Now you scared?

How's it feel bitch I'm standing right here

Had a target on my back for 7 years but now I'm clear

Clear to take the wheel and steer

Goin undefeated like these dears

Hop in a Range Rove

Tell the driver anywhere but here

To infinity and beyond bitch, like fucking Lightyear

Don't think I'm ever coming back

But don't go dropping fucking tears

Ya I know this shit it hurt, it sears

Had to say goodbye to all my peers

Goodbye forever like I'm Sears

But I hope y'all make it out of here

I'm living proof, the end is near

That's why I'm throwing fucking elbows and hands with my sheer will

Ok, left right left right hit 'em with an uppercut

Plain Jane on my wrist it ain't enough I had to double up

Got all these fucking posers on my phone they say I'm not enough

She want a caramel cookie cutter motherfucker, I ain't him bitch I ain't him

Louis Tim's on Louis V's

Drop the top and you gon' see

A red dot aiming at your noggin

I'm freezing cold bitch no toboggan

I'm looking for gold just like The Hobbit

Protecting my soul, they tried to rob it

I thought I told them bitches to stop it

Hell nah, they ain't ever gonna stop it

So I told them bitches to watch it

Before I just get out my Ruger and pop it

I'm so fucking sick and tired of these goddamn demons

On my line and in my life

Just M.J. out this bitch and beat it

I'm up in hell, party demons, devil dancing on my shoulder

It's kinda funny, global warming, cause this world just getting colder

I found a new love, but I hope I live long enough to know her

Cause as it stands, my heart is hurting, it got cut up in a mower

Ya that shit got cut up, got ran over

With a goddamn v8 fucking motor

And now my standards getting lower

I swear to God, I can't go slower

But I'm getting tired tired tired

I feel the reaper getting closer

To put his hands around my neck and take my soul, I'm not the owner

Ya, goin 90 on the shoulder

Driving straight, but I'm not sober

I know they tryna pull me over

Run from the cops in Chanel runners, catch me if you can

I highly doubt it, but you can try it

These bitches cost like three bands

And now your wife call me the man

Only after I paid her 100 grand

Ain't it funny, sorry buddy

But she took that shit right out my hand

Alright, imma stop flexing the money that I'll never fucking have

But it don't matter anyways cause that green paper don't mean shit

Only green I need is the one you smoke

Don't you pull up on me cause it ain't no joke

You'll see I'm not your average joe

So please remove that red nose

Just get out my premises, get off my settlement

I'm balling so hard, think I might need a letterman

That's something you would never know bitch

Ok, left right left right hit 'em with an uppercut

Plain Jane on my wrist it ain't enough I had to double up

Got all these fucking posers on my phone they say I'm not enough

She want a caramel cookie cutter motherfucker, I ain't him bitch I ain't him

Louis Tim's on Louis V's

Drop the top and you gon' see

A red dot aiming at your noggin

I'm freezing cold bitch no toboggan

I'm looking for gold just like The Hobbit

Protecting my soul, they tried to rob it

I thought I told them bitches to stop it

Hell nah, they ain't ever gonna stop it

So I told them bitches to watch it

Before I just get out my Ruger and pop it

I'm so fucking sick and tired of these goddamn demons

On my line and in my life

Just M.J. out this bitch and beat it