2 Fried

[Intro]
Holla, holla holla you can't hit my gas man
I gotta take this to the face

[Chorus]
I just smoked a half a pound, bitch I'm fried, bitch I'm fried
You say that you ballin', boy you lied, boy you lied
That lil' mama thick, she got thighs, she got thighs
Aye, went and picked that bitch up, on my side, on my side
Keep her like my gun, by my side, by my side
Aye, fuck her from the back, 'til she tired, 'til she tired
You can have the bitch, she ain't mine, she ain't mine
You can't hang with gang, you ain't slime, you ain't slime

[Verse 1]
This lil' nigga stay with the shit
Keep a lil' bitch 'and she thick
I turned that bitch on like a switch
I get the thumb, I don't kiss
30 K all on my wrist
Been out here all on your bitch
Ballin' hard with the assist
I shoot my shot I don't miss
Shot that's on me like a gun
I swang that bitch just like Lebron
I shoot the nut right on her tongue
She ate the nut like a pecan
You see the cars they come in a fleet
I got a Rollie but want a Phillippe
I'm in the hood, and stake out on cheap
I got my ass out ain't gettin' no sleep
I'm in the trap, I get it they love it
I love it, they hatin' they broke and disgustin'
It weighin' over I'm really like "fuck it"
I still make a profit and double the budget
It weighin' over I'm really like "fuck it"
I still make a profit and double the budget
Already sold, I didn't even touch it
I'm talking money they switchin' the subject

[Chorus]
I just smoked a half a pound, bitch I'm fried, bitch I'm fried
You say that you ballin', boy you lied, boy you lied
That lil' mama thick, she got thighs, she got thighs
Aye, went and picked that bitch up, on my side, on my side
Keep her like my gun, by my side, by my side
Aye, fuck her from the back, 'til she tired, 'til she tired
You can have the bitch, she ain't mine, she ain't mine
You can't hang with gang, you ain't slime, you ain't slime

[Verse 2]
I don't play no games I handle business
Yeah, I move them pounds I'm in the fitness
I keep a Glock 'cause I'm a walking ticket
I'm in the trap, I hustle like I'm Nipsey
I went and put some forgies on my ride
I got this drip for sale but this ain't Plies
Her ass like Mikey D's, its supersized
I told these niggas catch up, hold the fries
I see a real nigga when I look up in the mirror
Still got the sack, bitch, I feel like vermillion
Yes I'm smokin' killer, my hood look like Thriller
All these chains on I might need a chinchilla

[Chorus]
I just smoked a half a pound, bitch I'm fried, bitch I'm fried
You say that you ballin', boy you lied, boy you lied
That lil' mama thick, she got thighs, she got thighs
Aye, went and picked that bitch up, on my side, on my side
Keep her like my gun, by my side, by my side
Aye, fuck her from the back, 'til she tired, 'til she tired
You can have the bitch, she ain't mine, she ain't mine
You can't hang with gang, you ain't slime, you ain't slime