[Intro: Doe Boy, 21 Savage & Offset]
(Zone 6, nigga, Pyrex whipper)
(Pyrex)
Yeah
Doe Beezy (Ayy, ayy)
Doe Beezy (Ayy, ayy)
Yeah (Ayy)
Fried (Ayy)
Fried (Ayy)
Tweaked out my (Ayy)
Tweaked out my mind (Ayy, ayy)
Fried (Ayy)
Hold up (Ayy, ayy)
I ain’t lying (Yeah, ayy, ayy)
[Chorus]
Bitch, you fried (Yeah)
I made her cheat on her nigga, I gave her some money, now, bitch, you mine (Mwah)
Say she ain’t goin’ there she see no hundreds, stop cappin’, bitch, you lyin’ (Oh, really? Bitch, you lyin’)
Play like it’s sweet, must just thought I be rappin’, bitch, you dying (Brrt, that’s right)
Step in the building with niggas who be killin’ (Gang, gang), they be like, “Bitch, you fried” (Let’s go)
Geekin’ off pills, I be tweakin’, I’m fried out my mind, if I wasn’t rich, I’d rob (Let’s go)
I do not hang with no pussies (No), he say he be lookin’, but my whole clique outside (Gang)
[Refrain]
Fried (Fried), fried (Fried)
Fried (Fried), fried (Fried)
Fried (Fried), fried (Fried)
My whole clique outside, bitch, we fried (Gang, gang)
[Verse]
My whole clique outside, we fried (Yeah)
Soon as he step outside, he die (Let’s go)
VVS diamonds, he on (Boom)
But he know better, he try, we flying (Brrt)
Soon as I wake up, I got pills on my mind (Yeah)
I’m one of one, bitch, I’m one of a kind (Yeah)
I got that stick, I can’t stand in no line (No)
Brought it inside, stop, probably your shit outside (Boom)
Walk in the club, Gucci bucket (Gucci bucket)
My youngin shootin’ his bucket (Swish)
Said he want smoke, but I seen him, he ducked it (Pussy)
Your gangster points just got deducted (Ha)
Young nigga fried, I ain’t worried ’bout nothing (Nothing)
Racks on your head and I don’t have a budget (Freebandz, yeah)
She wanna fake like she bougie, I pull this dick out and I bet she’ll suck it (Mwah)
So please stop cuffin’ (Yeah)
That pussy boy wanna beef with me, so I just brought his bitch over (Let’s go)
But if I catch him in traffic, I’m blastin’, I’ll make his ‘Rari flip over (Skrrt, baow)
She was dick ridin’ the gang, we drove her (Yeah)
Speed in the lane, damn, they can’t switch over (Yoom)
Ain’t have to tell her I’m rich, I sold her (Nigga)
Pockets so heavy, fuck around, tip over (Oh, really?)
[Refrain]
Fried (Fried), fried (Fried)
Fried (Fried), fried (Fried)
Fried (Fried), fried (Fried)
Fried (Fried, woo), fried (Fried, Doe Beezy, gang)
[Bridge]
Young fly nigga, I came out the trenches, I ran up them digits, ran up some minutes (Know that, fried)
Real good gangster, give a fuck who really, bitch, I’m the G in this Givenchy (Doe Beezy)
[Chorus]
Bitch, you fried
I made her cheat on her nigga, I gave her some money, now, bitch, you mine (Mwah)
Say she ain’t goin’ there she see no hundreds, stop cappin’, bitch, you lyin’ (Oh, really?)
Play like it’s sweet, must just thought I’d be rappin’, bitch, you dying (Brrt)
Step in the building with niggas who be killin’ (Gang, gang), they be like, “Bitch, you fried” (Let’s go)
Geekin’ off pills, I be tweakin’, I’m fried out my mind, if I wasn’t rich, I’d rob (Let’s go)
I do not hang with no pussies, he say he be lookin’, but my whole clique outside (Gang)
[Refrain]
Fried (Fried), fried (Fried)
Fried (Fried), fried (Fried)
Fried (Fried), fried (Fried)
My whole clique outside, bitch, we fried (Gang, gang)
[Outro]
Ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, hey-hey-hey, ayy, ayy
Hey, hey, hey, hey, ayy, ayy
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