Friied

[Intro: Diizii]
Friied, Friied, Friied, Friied, Friied
Throw me some motion if you fuck with the– (Friied, huh)

[Chorus: Diizii]
Throw me some motion if you fuck with me, shorty (Throw me some)
Too fried for your bullshit, just talk to the .40 (Friied)
I’m back with the Bunny and the homie not a rabbit (Yeah)
Everything and anything, you know I gotta have it (Huh), hey!
Don’t talk to me, baby, I’m fried (I’m fried)
Don’t speak to me, bitch, yeah, I’m fried (I’m fried)
Yeah, I’m good off yo’ bullshit, it’s lies (You lied)
Uh, whoever gon’ snitch is gon’ die (You die)

[Verse: Diizii]
Uh, speak about me? I’m not with the convo
Tryna get my shorty in a condo (Fah-fah-fah-fah-fah)
Tellin’ all ‘em pussy niggas, “what you on, though?” (What you on?)
Uh, baby, every day, I’m ballin’ like LeBron, though (Phew)
Spin ‘bout it, you get spun ‘bout it, I spin ‘bout her (Spin ‘bout her)
Spin ‘bout ya, I’ll hit ya up, I’ma hit ‘bout ya (Hit ‘bout ya)
Good meal on the plate, we be eatin’ that hibachi (Hibachi, hibachi)
Brodie, I ain’t really givin’ no fucks ‘bout you (Ah)
Pushed to the side, now I ain’t payin’ attention (What?)
That boy a trackstar, he be jumpin’ fences (Woo)
Attention, why these niggas gettin’ so defensive? (Like, what?)
The homies eatin’ at my table, you don’t get shit (Ha)
Huh! Don’t cross me when you can’t, jaywalkin’
Huh! More action and less of the talkin’, please (What?)
Bitch, this my turf, I ain’t payin’ no fees (Woo!)
Bitch, this my buildin’, I ain’t payin’ no lease
Why they tryna tell me where to go?
I’ll run it up and sum it up
That really none of these hoes gon’ be fun enough
So fuck ‘em, I’ma cool it up with shorty
We gon’ live it up and fuck it up
I be runnin’ the pockets, where the money, bruh?
I’ll cook you up and fry you up and, nigga, now you fried (Fried)
Get in line, I’ma hit ‘em lil’ bitches up every time (Fried)
Yeah, I been doin’ right on my own, don’t needa sign (Fried)
Drumline with the tools, yeah, I’ma let it fly (Fried)
Uh, goin’ on, tell me, what the fuck is goin’ on? (Yeah)
Baby, every time I be walkin’, I be showin’ off (Yeah)
Every time Glocky talk to me, I’m blowin’ her (Yeah)
Every time Wocky talk to me, I’m po’in’ up (Ooh)
I’m not with the talkin’, baby, is you?
Yeah, for the mag’s, we gon’ give you many issues (Issue)
Thinkin’ you gon’ do that? I ain’t gon’ let you (Ooh-ooh)
What they really want? Ah, I’on’ really get you (Ooh-ooh)

[Chorus: Diizii]
Throw me some motion if you fuck with me, shorty (Throw me some)
Too fried for your bullshit, just talk to the .40 (Friied)
I’m back with the Bunny and the homie not a rabbit (Yeah)
Everything and anything, you know I gotta have it (Huh), hey!
Don’t talk to me, baby, I’m fried (I’m fried)
Don’t speak to me, bitch, yeah, I’m fried (I’m fried)
Yeah, I’m good off yo’ bullshit, it’s lies (You lied)
Uh, whoever gon’ snitch is gon’ die (You die)