​fried

[Intro]
I'm with Nokia and we smokin' on that pipe

[Verse 1]
Got a big ass fuckin' Glock, that shit hit you in yo' eye
Nigga runnin' up on me, better send a prayer to God
Nigga runnin' up on me, his bitch-ass 'bout to get fried
Yuh, poppin' all these Percs, yuh, make my belly hurt
I got drugs up in my shirt, I got drugs up in her purse
Yuh, bitch-ass get caught lackin', we gon' put you on a shirt— shirt
Yuh, bitch-ass get caught lackin', best prepare to get murked
Yuh, my nigga see you in action, best prepare
You gon' get worked— worked— worked
Yuh, nigga talkin' shit, we 'bout to put 'em in the dirt
Yuh, I got guns, I got drugs
Nigga get hit with these slugs
Talk down but yo' music suck
Smokin' gas, you smokin' boof— boof
Got a choppa, it's gon' shoot
Fuck yo' bitch then say, "kapoof"
I got drugs in my shoes
Talk shit but yo' music poop
Got a Glock in my—