Fried

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Zone 6, nigga, Pyrex whippa (Pyrex)
 Yeah, Doe Beezy
 Doe Beezy, yeah
 Fried, fried, tweakin' out, tweak out my mind
 Fried, I ain't lie (yeah)
 Bitch, you fried (yeah)
 I made her cheat on her nigga
 I gave her some money, now bitch, you mine (mwah)
 Say she ain't goin' then she see no hundreds
 Stop cappin', bitch, you lyin' (oh, really? Bitch, you lyin')
 Play like it's sweet, most just thought I'd be rappin', bitch you done
 Step in the building with niggas who be killin' (gang, gang)
 They be like, "Bitch, you fried" (let's go)
 Geekin' off pills, I be tweakin', I'm fried out my mind
 If I wasn't rich I would rob (let's go)
 I do not hang with no pussies
 He say he be lookin' but my whole clique outside (gang)
 Fried (fried), fried (fried, fried)
 Fried (fried), fried (fried, fried)
 Fried (fried), fried (fried, fried)
 Whole clique outside, bitch, we fried (gang, gang)
 My whole gang outside, we fried (yeah)
 Soon as he step outside, he die (let's go)
 VVS diamonds, he on (boom)
 But he know better, he tried, we fine (brrt)
 Soon as I wake up, I got pills on my mind (yeah)
 I'm one of one, bitch, I'm one of a kind (yeah)
 I got that stick, I can't stand in no line (no)
 Brought it inside, stop hidin' your shit outside
 Walk up in the club, Gucci bucket (Gucci bucket)
 My youngin' shootin' his buckets (swish)
 Said he want smoke but I seen him, he ducked it (pussy)
 Your gangster points just got deducted (hah)
 Young nigga fried, I ain't worried 'bout nothing
 Racks in your head and I don't have a budget (Freebandz)
 She wanna fade like she boujee
 I pull this dick out and I bet she'll suck it (mwah)
 So please, stop cuffin' (yeah)
 That pussy boy wanna beef with me so I
 Just brought his bitch over (let's go)
 But if I catch him in traffic
 I'm blastin', I make his 'Rari flip over (skrrt, boom)
 She was dick ridin' the gang, we drove her (yeah)
 Speed in the lane then they can't switch over
 Ain't have to tell her I'm rich, I sold her
 Pockets so heavy, fuck around, tip over (oh, really?)
 Fried (fried), fried (fried)
 Fried (fried), fried (fried)
 Fried (fried), fried (fried) fried
 Woo, Beezy, gang
 Real fried nigga, I came out the trenches
 I ran up them digits, ran up some minutes (fried)
 Real hood gangster, give a fuck who with me
 Bitch, I'm the G in this Givenchy
 Bitch, you fried (Doe Beezy)
 I made her cheat on her nigga
 I gave her some money, now bitch, you mine (mwah)
 Say she ain't goin' then she see no hundreds
 Stop cappin', bitch, you lyin' (oh, really?)
 Play like it's sweet, most just thought I'd be rappin', bitch you done
 Step in the building with niggas who be killin' (gang, gang)
 They be like, "Bitch, you fried" (let's go)
 Geekin' off pills, I be tweakin', I'm fried out my mind
 If I wasn't rich I would rob (let's go)
 I do not hang with no pussies
 He say he be lookin' but my whole clique outside (gang)
 Fried (fried), fried (fried, fried)
 Fried (fried), fried (fried, fried)
 Fried (fried), fried (fried, fried)
 Whole clique outside, bitch, we fried (gang, gang)
 Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
 Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
 Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
 

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Duration
02:56
Key
5
Tempo
115 BPM

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