Fried Oreos lyrics

[Verse 1: Duwap Kaine]
I'm high as f*ck eatin' fried oreos
I post a bad b*tch on my story though
I got real n*gga on my portfolio
Shoot like a movie b*tch, Glock bust a ho
Thot ass b*tch, no I can't trust a ho
I'm still in the hood, n*gga eatin' Lunchables
n*gga with a mattress, we the Untouchables (Casok)
Smokin' on dope, I ain't got no worries
I f*ck with the kids, n*gga Lil Blurry
And you know that I'm high, my vision a lil blurry
I got a bad b*tch, and her slides furry
I smokin' on dope, n*gga so early
Diamonds on my neck, n*gga these ain't pearlies
Run up on a n*gga, man I need a gym
My n*gga catch a body, I get him a attorney
I'm so high, lets go on a journey
I'm so high, you know my words slur
Take a n*gga out, and threw him in a hearse
Smokin' on a lot, yeah, I know you heard it
Big ass Glock, please don't try and hurt me
You know it's f*ck twelve, I'm throwin' up a bird
I feel like Future cause my Sprite dirty
My chain so low, my ears f*ckin' hurt

[Verse 2: Slimesito]
You know I been slime, got them shooters lurking
I'm shootin' off the rip, I'm hittin' like I'm Irving
I'm outside, with the choppa like I'm Persian
I got yo' main b*tch grooming and she serve me
RG sh*t, man, we never hurting
My shooter gon' pull up like it's urgent
Cut yo ass up, do you in like a surgeon
I stay in Southside, now I got him hurting
These VVS diamonds got these b*tches flirting
I'm already strapped up, you know I can't be worried
Might shooter quick draw, he shooting like he Curry
I know some real n*ggas and they out in Jersey
A lot of shots, turn a shotta to a jersey
On the block trappin' and you know it's early
I don't trust a soul, that's why I keep a thirty
When you rob me, my shooter going dirty
[Verse 3: Duwap Kaine]
b*tch do di*k and you know she eat those
Ridin' around with my brother and that's Sito
Walk in that b*tch, n*gga, with a meat roll
Mid blunts, yeah, you know I don't hit those
Hop in that foreign, n*gga watch me shift ho
Damn is that a Glock? Or is it a damn missile?
Sippin' on two cups, need triple
Posted on opp block in a brand new fit though
I'm smokin' on dope, I don't do my own rips though
Skylark, I be stacking my chips though
If you see twelve, n*gga blow the whistle
Gen four, hold it down on a nickle
I'm in the kitchen with the Pam, money butter
Sito that's my brother from another mother
You talkin' to twelve, n*gga, undercover
And yo' b*tch wanna get under the covers
My n*ggas they ride, they don't got much
These n*ggas be tellin', talkin' such and such
Put you on a plate, f*ck n*gga lunch
This a Glock 21, not a shotgun
Would've I thought I said, "Ricky," look at how he run
How the f*ck do you run up on me with a damn gun?
Thirty round, fireworks, we having fun
Ran off on the plug I know that he hurtin', yeah
f*ck on my b*tch and I bought her a Birkin Bag
[Outro: Duwap Kaine]
I know that he hurtin', (Casok), he mad
I know that he hurtin', he sad
I know that he hurt, damn
I know that he hurt, he hurtin'
I know that he hurt, damn
I know that he hurt, he hurtin'
I know that he hurt, damn
Bought my b*tch is a Birkin
I know that he hurt, he hurtin', he hurtin', he hurt