Fry Sauce
I'm here to enlighten you
This here is a Utah original
Look
You gon need some
M-A-Y-O-N-N-A-I-S-E
Hit it with some ketchup
Need some
M-A-Y-O-N-N-A-I-S-E
Hit it with some ketchup
Trust
I decease each beat I touch
Kapish cut the mic on
Let the beat bump
All you need to know
Is that i'm still gon bust
Flow good like Frysauce
Mayo and ketchup
Yup I decease
Each beat I touch
Just increase the bass bruh
And let the cut bump
Cause I cant let a moment go
No never let up
Cause that will be the day yo
Ayo they catch up
We be addicted to the sauce
So peep me O.D.
No pulse all vital signs look ugly
Look close
You know my mind's idling
In the Devils playground
See my set swing
I'ma just R.I.P. this M.I.C.
Till the day D.I.E.
Or go adios
Yo play this close
This here's dope
OC's I been known to keep
A price on those
Mainline each varicose vain
Will explode leave track holes
Damn you marks exposed
Yo xoxo
Lead sent with love
I let mines go
Since hate's the new love
I let mines show
Got a block mentality
Like I ain't never left Goltz
You got a gluten allergy
You dont touch toast
You got a Pepsi palette
You ain't never tasted coke
huh
I'm talking num num boy
Not juice Jesus
I goes dumb dumb boy
Let lose
I do I does does this boy
Got a vegan diet
Couscous bok choy
You know beef don't try it
My duce duce make noise
It'll be them lil ones
That will catch you off guard
And your flow ain't saucy
Need to catch up on your bars
And my spit stay deaden shit
Catch me in morgue
Trust
I decease each beat I touch
Kapish cut the mic on
Let the beat bump
All you need to know
Is that i'm still gon bust
Flow good like Frysauce
Mayo and ketchup
Yup I decease
Each beat I touch
Just increase the bass bruh
And let the cut bump
Cause I cant let a moment go
No never let up
Cause that will be the day yo
Ayo they catch up
Look
I don't think it register
To you that me bust
Flow good like fry sauce
Mayo and ketchup
Vest up son
I'll hit you with the death thrust
Guess what
You could still get your shit bust
New West up North side bound
Shout out to everyone
Making knocks downtown
Cause you could get that
Off white hard right now
Or you could get that
Soft pure snow white out
Lake Town
When you say it
Say it proud
I got four words for you
Are you still down
Got ten toes planted
My roots in the ground
Shows stay crowded
Hella crooks in the crowd
Got my Bees brim bent
And my pack on loud
Blicker tucked
Waiting for someone to act up now
And the sound out your speaker's
Non fiction
Oh my flow's been cold ice fishin
Drill a hole grab a poll drop a line
These fishy dudes take the bait
And drops dimes
You belly up
You got a yellow belly huh
I heard about you
Yellow belly Sneetchs
Speaking to the law
Look
Wire your jaw
Meanwhile i'll be on my job
Hey Doug tell Patty Mayo
This so fry sauce
You ain't a boss if you
Cant take a loss
And I grubs me papas
With muy fry sauce
And if your friends don't know
Then you got to put em on to it
Fry sauce is the ultimate condiment
Your friends don't know
Then you got to put em on to it
Fry Sauce is the champion of condiments
Your friends don't know
Then you got to put em on to it
Fry sauce is the ultimate condiment
Your friends don't know
Then you got to put em on to it
Fry sauce yeah fry sauce
This here is a Utah original
Look
You gon need some
M-A-Y-O-N-N-A-I-S-E
Hit it with some ketchup
Need some
M-A-Y-O-N-N-A-I-S-E
Hit it with some ketchup
Trust
I decease each beat I touch
Kapish cut the mic on
Let the beat bump
All you need to know
Is that i'm still gon bust
Flow good like Frysauce
Mayo and ketchup
Yup I decease
Each beat I touch
Just increase the bass bruh
And let the cut bump
Cause I cant let a moment go
No never let up
Cause that will be the day yo
Ayo they catch up
We be addicted to the sauce
So peep me O.D.
No pulse all vital signs look ugly
Look close
You know my mind's idling
In the Devils playground
See my set swing
I'ma just R.I.P. this M.I.C.
Till the day D.I.E.
Or go adios
Yo play this close
This here's dope
OC's I been known to keep
A price on those
Mainline each varicose vain
Will explode leave track holes
Damn you marks exposed
Yo xoxo
Lead sent with love
I let mines go
Since hate's the new love
I let mines show
Got a block mentality
Like I ain't never left Goltz
You got a gluten allergy
You dont touch toast
You got a Pepsi palette
You ain't never tasted coke
huh
I'm talking num num boy
Not juice Jesus
I goes dumb dumb boy
Let lose
I do I does does this boy
Got a vegan diet
Couscous bok choy
You know beef don't try it
My duce duce make noise
It'll be them lil ones
That will catch you off guard
And your flow ain't saucy
Need to catch up on your bars
And my spit stay deaden shit
Catch me in morgue
Trust
I decease each beat I touch
Kapish cut the mic on
Let the beat bump
All you need to know
Is that i'm still gon bust
Flow good like Frysauce
Mayo and ketchup
Yup I decease
Each beat I touch
Just increase the bass bruh
And let the cut bump
Cause I cant let a moment go
No never let up
Cause that will be the day yo
Ayo they catch up
Look
I don't think it register
To you that me bust
Flow good like fry sauce
Mayo and ketchup
Vest up son
I'll hit you with the death thrust
Guess what
You could still get your shit bust
New West up North side bound
Shout out to everyone
Making knocks downtown
Cause you could get that
Off white hard right now
Or you could get that
Soft pure snow white out
Lake Town
When you say it
Say it proud
I got four words for you
Are you still down
Got ten toes planted
My roots in the ground
Shows stay crowded
Hella crooks in the crowd
Got my Bees brim bent
And my pack on loud
Blicker tucked
Waiting for someone to act up now
And the sound out your speaker's
Non fiction
Oh my flow's been cold ice fishin
Drill a hole grab a poll drop a line
These fishy dudes take the bait
And drops dimes
You belly up
You got a yellow belly huh
I heard about you
Yellow belly Sneetchs
Speaking to the law
Look
Wire your jaw
Meanwhile i'll be on my job
Hey Doug tell Patty Mayo
This so fry sauce
You ain't a boss if you
Cant take a loss
And I grubs me papas
With muy fry sauce
And if your friends don't know
Then you got to put em on to it
Fry sauce is the ultimate condiment
Your friends don't know
Then you got to put em on to it
Fry Sauce is the champion of condiments
Your friends don't know
Then you got to put em on to it
Fry sauce is the ultimate condiment
Your friends don't know
Then you got to put em on to it
Fry sauce yeah fry sauce
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Writer(s): Chaz Judd
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