Fry Dem lyrics

[Verse 1]

Can I take your order? No, I can’t. No labels, rules. Just stacks
No boss. Most times, no tax. You could say I'm freelance
Haters are irrelevant. I’m heavy like an elephant
My flow so f*cking elegant, intelligent, so eloquent
Untouchable. Better yet, I'm motherf*cking excellent
Masculine yet feminine, I’m cooking with the best of them
Sike. I dont. Watch me call delivery
Watch me post up in your crib and burn down half a million trees
It’s a forest fire. I put you in my fryer
That’s a.k.a that cypher. On lock, I keep it hyper
Your swag is of no concern. You're waiting on that backburn
b*tch step back it’s my turn. II'll turn it out and you watch and learn

[Hook]

And if I don’t like them, I cook them I fry them
And if I don’t like them, I cook them I fry them
This my cooking dance. Yup, I'm such a good loking man
I'm like "look ma, no hands"

[Verse 2]

I gave DR a beat. It turned into a blog-topper
Now, I got a little guap to buy a lot of hot sauce
Tabasco, cholula, three cheeses for chalupas
Chicken over rice with white sauce plus with a hookah
Aha. You know I be running this like it’s a marathon
Cannot slow me down because I'm actually an African
No Ninja -not like Afrikaans. I mean like Senegambian
Body looking right because I fasted during Ramadan
Losers say I’m too deep with all the mystic sh*t I’m on
Dude, you must 2D, too square, polygon
Tacky wacky, all cheese. I’m never that. No Parmesan
All the cool kids are laughing at you booboo. Comic-con
[Hook]

And if I don’t like them, I cook them I fry them
And if I don’t like them, I cook them I fry them
This my cooking dance. Yup, I'm such a good loking man
I'm like "look ma, no hands"