Refried lyrics

[Intro]
(RJ always trippin', man, RJ always trippin', man)

[Verse 1: K. Lajuan & GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
You wanna know who I did?
What I did
You b*tches in my business, turn to [?] like it's Spy Kids
That's my big
This? That's my clip
Please don't make me use it then you sister start with [?]
Don't play with it
b*tches little to me like they [?] size
b*tches keep on lookin', take a picture and get it polarized
I can't fit the yop inside my clutch because it's oversized
Left it in the crib, couple n*ggas get you polarized
If that n*gga on my line, gotta monetize
White man payin' for my life, so is it subsidized?
I've been havin' my way since I was knee high
Pull up on a b*tch in all black like a knee high
I'll have your n*gga tightеn up my felines
Trust no ho, I won't get into my feelings
Sad at all thеm, sent a n*gga back like a recline
Everything I do is all that like I'm [?]
Dork-ass n*ggas tryna slide, they get denied
Hot, if they ever try to cook you, you get refried
These n*ggas leechin' off b*tches, that I [?] (Come on, GlockBoyz, n*gga)
Your [?], send it back to [?], get it [?] (Yeah)
[Verse 2: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Yeah
I'm out to passin' you, baby, 'cause I like bad hoes (Yeah)
Time to sit inside the trap until the bag gone
That b*tch icy, she take pics without the flash on
You better know I mean business, you see my mask on
In that hotty, try to play, gon' be another body
This b*tch sound like a shotgun, the Draco ridin' shotty
We don't do no drivebys, we walk down, Gotti
We started off f*ckin' with bricks just like Yo Gotti
[?] robbin', we'll sell dope for the bag
That pus*y is so good that she be sellin' it for the cash
We got foreigns parked outside but I jumped inside 'Cat
Why the f*ck would I ride the Benz when I'm racin' to the trap?
I've been doin' this since n*ggas was rockin' Prada with the strap
I just pulled up to the hood, my n*ggas still inside the trap
This ten milli', it'll make the biggest n*gga back-back
She wasn't pickin' up her phone, I hit her on her Cash App, n*gga

[Verse 3: TrDee]
Pockets out of breath, look, my face is blue
I ain't clearin' up no rumors if that sh*t not true
b*tch left me and came back like they nothin' like you
Hook like Kareem, got her thinkin' like, "What did I do?"
Turn a room to Kalahari, freaky b*tch a super soaker
I'ma pop out bustdown, my baby come in diamond choker
Lock me up and down, sh*t so crazy like a roller coaster
She ain't really cute and that's the reason you don't ever post her
Pray for better days, I'm prepared for the worst
Why Detroit can't win sh*t? I'm startin' to think that we cursed
It's about who did it best, I do not care who did it first
You ain't even got no camera when you throw it in reverse
Hold your chain up like a trophy if you got it on your neck
I'm deletin' FanDuel if I lose another bet
Speak enough FanDuel, hold on, Brodie, let me check
Just hit for a couple thousand, hit the Nino just to flex