Fried

High tec demon young nigga want all the smoke
Fried I can't even talk, I can't even walk
We ain't flexin' true religion nigga
Fried I talk with a little smoke
Sign I ain't signin' less than seven figures
But if that deal ay-okay
I'mma sit listen whatchu say, to whatchu gotta say
What I make in a day, about a mill in on the play
Can't get a feat so bitch don't ask the rate

I wish you could see, the man i'mma be
Pass that shit don't chief
I'mma smoke my grabba, you ain't put no shit up in this weed
You a bitch and you tell me how i'm posed to be
How that work? Bitch you a fuckin' flirt
I been poppin' bottles on bottles and twin on fuckin' syrup
This bitch hella green, tryna rock my world
Nigga it's just me and adri team, oh yeah she my world
I don't got no bean, I got grabba on my thrax i'mma holla
Got that bitch and yeah she clappin' and clappin' got from her mama
Shawty snappin' like that t-pain girl
Fuck nigga you hatin' like his name ain't earl
No I am not waitin' complacent like bitch I made my world
We ain't flexin' true religion nigga
Fried I talk with a little smoke
We ain't flexin' true religion nigga

High tec demon young nigga want all the smoke
Fried I can't even talk, I can't even walk
We ain't flexin' true religion nigga
Fried I talk with a little smoke
Sign I ain't signin' less than seven figures
But if that deal ay-okay
I'mma sit listen whatchu say, to whatchu gotta say
What I make in a day, about a mill in on the play
Can't get a feat so bitch don't ask the rate
Hi-High tec demon young nigga want all the smoke
Fried I can't even talk, I can't even walk
We ain't-We ain't flexin' true religion nigga
Fried I talk with a little smoke
Sign I ain't signin' less than seven figures
But if that deal ay-okay
I'mma sit listen whatchu say, to whatchu gotta say
What I make in a day, about a mill in on the play



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