Fried Rice lyrics

You wanna be with a baller, girl? f*ck all of that
Gotta grind with a n*gga, girl, it's a process
I ain't make it there, don't call me yet
Imma call you when I get to the trap
When I first met lil' baby, she was cool
Now she callin' my phone with these attitudes
Girl, I'm in the trap, I'm makin' it happen
I'm really in it, girl, I ain't just rappin'
Phone go to ringing, that's another lick
Lil' homie on the west, he want a zip
The pack gone, gotta take a trip
Baby know I'm leavin' so she givin' me lip
I ride with my scale, they can't trick me
I ain't got no bags, I can break through a 50
Baby like gettin' high, actin' silly
Walk in that b*tch, sh*t like Unclе Willie
Hittin' the road, I'm gone for a whilе
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Told her pack up, she want her nails done
I'm sorry I ain't got time for that
Call my other b*tch on the westside
I been trappin' since Nextel phones
Glock on my hip like Tuff Tone
Neckbraids on my neck like Jerome
Trap all my life, never had a job
Baby wanna talk on and on
Stuck in the trap, a week long
Whole life I been goin' hard
Daddy go hard with what he believe in
I wanted a deuce - I achieved it
Up that Glock, stop a n*gga breathin'
Look in the mirror, see a demon
Not rich, I do what I can
I love my grandma and love my fam
Baby girl wanna meet my mama
So I took that hoe to Goodman & Garson
She like, "Where is your mom?"
I'm like, "Right here, girl, look around!"
I'm from New York, but not the city
Bunch of [?] for some Henny
In the trap, I can't be no husband
My ID might say McLovin'
The kids here, girl, why you cussin'?
I'm cookin' crack, girl, stay in the room
Jump in the V and buss a move
Baby girl badder than Fancy Nancy
Baby girl bad, throwin' tempter tantrums
Up that glick, have a tempter tantrum
12 - 12 bags, size of a Phantom
Trap house clean, got it from my grandma
She like, "Ooo, daddy, you got manners"
I'm like, "Not all the time, b*tch, cook me a sandwich"
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I stayed the night, she want me to move in
Walk in that b*tch with my tool on me
Baby got a man but he not here
Rob a n*gga out his Moncler
She like, "Bae, stop robbin' n*ggas"
I'm like, "Bae, stop savin' n*ggas"
She like, "Bae, you a brave n*gga"
I'm like, "Nah, I'm an armed and dangerous n*gga"
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