Fried Lyrics

Tell her bless the bottle, shawty she a model, we fried

I get off that Don and start to miss you all the time

Prolly be the reason why I'm fucking up my rhymes

I don't know what happen last night, I just know we was fried

I'm fried

I'm fried

I'm fried

Fucked bout my shorty, she a vibe

Pink ten shorty, you know that's my Brodie tho

If you dissing, you go missing, act like you don't know me tho

Got done Dracs and some pussy in the booth, shit look like OVO

I'm gon' fuck that bitch and I don't care if that's her homie tho

We got Glocks with buttons on it

You can come here if you fucking on me

Do her good, she cumming on me

Spill the drink, got something on me

Fucked my Rhude fit up

Ain't in the mood, get up

Got the room full of baby bottles, look like babysitters

So we fried uh, we fried

That red dot right on the glock, boy that's a nine

Go shake that ass don't it fast, you know you mine

Say you ain't fried, I know you fried, girl why you lying?

Tell her bless the bottle, shawty she a model, we fried

I get off that Don and start to miss you all the time

Prolly be the reason why I'm fucking up my rhymes

I don't know what happen last night, I just know we was fried

I'm fried

I'm fried

I'm fried

Fucked bout my shorty, she a vibe

Right now laying on money ugh

I got her lit of the Don and the Cush

Why you asking me questions about drugs? Baby girl just shush

I ain't scared to pop, you know I'm not, these drugs give me a push

She like fast shit, we in that uh, you ride with me , we good

Eat dick when you get like done with the chaser

Big, ya lor shorty bad but I ain't chase her

Hot shit, she gon' do whatever bout her paper

And she know that pussy mine, can't never leave, can't never take her

Ya gone, ya dead

I'm off the meds

Get high, not scared

Get high, we lit

Pour more, ain't stopping

You bad, you know they watching

She drunk, she know she hopping

After we done, know I'm blocking

Tell her bless the bottle, shawty she a model, we fried

I get off that Don and start to miss you all the time

Prolly be the reason why I'm fucking up my rhymes

I don't know what happen last night, I just know we was fried

I'm fried

I'm fried

I'm fried

Fucked bout my shorty, she a vibe