2fried ? Lyrics

I be getting too fried, I just hit the plug and then I re-up

Pussy nigga talk down, like some damn za, you get zipped up

Lil' bitch you a thot, hell nah, nah I can't kiss ya'

No, I ain't goin' for nun' you know that I keep my fye tucked

Keep my fye tucked, yuh

Bitch boy get rushed, oh

Get them racks up, yup

We got sticks, yuh

I'm gon' fuck yo bitch, yuh

No, that ain't yo blick, nah

We got sticks get sent up, ya ya

This Gen 5 on my, nigga you get fried

All of this gas in my body nigga, I be fried

Thinking that you could come slime me, nigga, is you high?

Think that you tryin' with me, you get dyed, like tie

Think you could try it with me, but you sweet like pie

Think that you fly like me, but I'm clean like tide

Nigga talk tough, but don't know, draco hit his thigh

Nigga, I'm flippin' you over, leave you in the sky

Nigga, I'm doin' whatever, 'cause I'm tryna get to that cheddar

Yeah, Yeah

Bitch, I ball in any weather, no I can not fold under pressure

Yeah, Yeah (Woo)

Nigga, I slide with barrettas, and this lil TEC gon' leave you wet up

Better watch out for my shooter, 'cause he only shoot from the neck up

I be getting too fried, I just hit the plug and then I re-up

Pussy nigga talk down, like some damn za, you get zipped up

Lil' bitch you a thot, hell nah, nah I can't kiss ya'

No, I ain't goin' for nun' you know that I keep my fye tucked

Keep my fye tucked, yuh

Bitch boy get rushed, oh

Get them racks up, yup

We got sticks, yuh

I'm gon' fuck yo bitch, yuh

No, that ain't yo blick, nah

We got sticks get sent up, ya ya

Bullets hit a nigga in the chest like a 808

My bro shoot with the stick, you gon' fade away (Skee)

Lil nigga, get off my dick, you ain't makin' pape

Call lil bro, then he make you meet the Heaven gates(Skee)

Old freaky nigga, and I call that nigga Kevin Gates

Broke ass nigga, stop getting shit on layaway(Skee)

Niggas know, I'ma get the bag like anyway

Nigga, I be too fried

Try something, you could die

We got mob ties, yeah

Lil' nigga, you get lined yeah

Broke nigga, you can't come here

Catch you like Odell, yeah

Like why you act familiar, I'm finna hit a mil' yeah

I be getting too fried, I just hit the plug and then I re-up

Pussy nigga talk down, like some damn za, you get zipped up

Lil' bitch you a thot, hell nah, nah I can't kiss ya'

No, I ain't goin' for nun' you know that I keep my fye tucked

Keep my fye tucked, yuh

Bitch boy get rushed, oh

Get them racks up, yup

We got sticks, yuh

I'm gon' fuck yo bitch, yuh

No, that ain't yo blick, nah

We got sticks get sent up, ya ya