Beyond Recogniition ft. TheDirtyBunny Lyrics

I'm fried, fried, fried, fried, mm

Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

I'm fried (Ooh-ooh-ooh, Friied, Friied, Friied)

Fried beyond recognition (Yeah, yeah)

Prayin' for a body, don't know what the fuck you wishin' (What you wishin'?)

He just caught a body, but like, what the fuck's the issue? (Sh-ha)

With these big mag's, you can get the fuckin' issue (Phew)

My finger on the G-lock told me that it's fuckin' itchin' (Bam-bam)

Missin' if you don't take it, yet you take it then you miss it (Bam-bam)

I done gave 'em all L's, so like, why the fuck they dissin'? (Ooh-ooh)

Bringing out the weed to end the depression, call me FDR

See the red in my eyes, bitch, I'm goin F.B.R. (Ha)

She won't stop coughin' from the weed, need some CPR

Whippin' the whip, goin' fast like a GTR (Skrrt!)

Why you pushin' up, you tryna get a straightenin'? (Huh?)

You actin tough but you not, bitch, stop fakin' (No, no)

Just take yo' bum ass out my house, vagrant (Get out)

You lucky he ain't beat yo' ass for that, flagrance (Ah)

Servin' these bitches, the juice they fiendin' (Yeah)

Elevated floor, feels like I'm dreamin' (Goin' up)

Way too high, but I ain't greenin' (High, high)

And I'm avoiding y'all snakes, I can see you schemin' (Damn)

Keep me out the drama, I'm just tryna chill (Yeah, nigga)

Fuck all the tension, let's just keep it trill (What's the–?)

Lower your tone, we don't need to crash out (What's the deal, nigga?)

'Bouta hit the gas and I'm finna pass out (And I- and I'm finna–)

Bitch (What?), I'm finna pass out (Ooh-ooh)

Bunny hit the gas and that nigga passed out (Passed out)

So I took away the mic, niggas know I'm back now (Huh)

So I took yo' lil' bitch and I blow her back out, like, what? (Lil' bitch)

I'm fiendin', lil' bitch, I'm blue dreamin' (Yeah, yeah)

I'm waitin' for the day that I'm sellin' out arenas (Ugh!)

Got rid of a drum and hit him in his shit (Huh)

Unload the tits, replace that bitch with a clip (Buh-buh-buh-buh!)

I'm not comin' down, that's alright (Yeah)

I'm inside that pussy all night (All night)

Why these niggas tryna fight? (Why they tryna–?)

You must've thought I was lyin' (Oh, nah)

I see yo' bitch playin' with lines (Yeah, yeah)

No wonder why she's outta line (Oh, nah)

Not even tryna see the time (Hell nah)

Want them jewels to make me go blind (Ooh-ooh)

Homie, keep me out the drama, I'm just tryna chill (Ooh-ooh)

Fuck all the tension, bitch, let's just keep it trill (Ooh-ooh)

Lower your tone, we don't need to crash out (Ooh-ooh)

'Bouta hit the gas and I- and I'm finna pass out (Ooh)

Keep me out the drama, I'm just tryna chill

Fuck all the tension, let's just keep it trill

Lower your tone, we don't need to crash out

'Bouta hit the gas and I'm finna pass out

I'm fried (Ooh-ooh-ooh, Friied, Friied, Friied)

Fried beyond recognition (Yeah, yeah)

Prayin' for a body, don't know what the fuck you wishin' (What you wishin'?)

He just caught a body, but like, what the fuck's the issue? (Sh-ha)

With these big mag's, you can get the fuckin' issue (Phew)

My finger on the G-lock told me that it's fuckin' itchin' (Bam-bam)

Missin' if you don't take it, yet you take it then you miss it (Bam-bam)

I done gave 'em all L's, so like, why the fuck they dissin'? (Ooh-ooh)

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