AirFryer

I'm about to whip this eight-piece in an AirFryer I'm about to whip this eight-piece in an AirFryer

I'm about to whip this eight-piece in an AirFryer When Trip get on the mic, they gather round

Just like a campfire, nigga, you's a damn liar If you thinkin' that you higher, you not

I took a break for a minute, bitch, fall back, that's my spot

You ain't hot, you ain't got what I got Straight drop, break the pot, break your wrist

Break a bitch, ain't no talkin', plead the fifth Smoke a eighth, pour some drink, niggas lames

Niggas lames and niggas fake Get the fuck up out my face, man, I don't fuck with you

You on some fishy shit, my nigga, I don't know what's up with you

Do me a favor, don't do me none I'm a one-of-one, Rebecca's youngest son

Now watch me get it done I'm strictly about my business