2 Fried lyrics

[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, b*tch I'm fried, b*tch 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 b*tch up, on my side, on my side
Keep her like my gun, by my side, by my side
Aye, f*ck her from the back, 'til she tired, 'til she tired
You can have the b*tch, 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' n*gga stay with the sh*t
Keep a lil' b*tch 'and she thick
I turned that b*tch on like a switch
I get the thumb, I don't kiss
30 K all on my wrist
Been out here all on your b*tch
Ballin' hard with the assist
I shoot my shot I don't miss
Shot that's on me like a gun
I swang that b*tch 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 "f*ck it"
I still make a profit and double the budget
It weighin' over I'm really like "f*ck 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, b*tch I'm fried, b*tch 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 b*tch up, on my side, on my side
Keep her like my gun, by my side, by my side
Aye, f*ck her from the back, 'til she tired, 'til she tired
You can have the b*tch, 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 n*ggas catch up, hold the fries
I see a real n*gga when I look up in the mirror
Still got the sack, b*tch, 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, b*tch I'm fried, b*tch 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 b*tch up, on my side, on my side
Keep her like my gun, by my side, by my side
Aye, f*ck her from the back, 'til she tired, 'til she tired
You can have the b*tch, she ain't mine, she ain't mine
You can't hang with gang, you ain't slime, you ain't slime