OakBaby TBD - Deep Fried (feat. BRE Noel)

Bitch, I ain't never sober, no, I be high
Know a couple niggas smoke your ass
Just like a three-five
I was in the mud, but now I'm up
Just like a G five
They say that nigga was a killer
How the fuck did he die
Gettin' to the paper, yeah, bitch
I stack it knee-high
Can't get blood on my trues,
Slide down on them in some Levi's
Niggas say that he gon' smoke me
But he know that he lied
Bitch, you know it's crunch time
Now I can get you deep fried
Bullet-sting a nigga, he gon' think he in a beehive
Bitch, I'm with my steppers
And you know we never divide
Man these niggas pussy
They be movin' like some felines
Hit a nigga three times, send him to the divine
Pull up in a Hellcat, it go skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt
Choppa, it be shakin'
That bitch twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
I be movin' hot, I move berserk, zerk, zerk, zerk
AK hit him, make that nigga jerk, jerk, jerk, jerk
Bitch, I'm creepin' while you niggas sleepin'
Take you like the Reaper
Jeepers creepers, shoot you in your peepers
Smoke you like some reefer
Why hello there, Red, it's nice to meet you
Can I get a feature
You ain't payin', shut the fuck up
You better get your bucks up
Pussy nigga, buck up
If you think you got your luck up
You be barkin' like a big dog
But I think you is a lil' pup
Talkin' hot behind that screen
Bitch, what happens when I pull up
Boy, I'll send you to your judgment
Nigga, I suggest you tighten the fuck up
I ain't never sober, no, I be high
Know a couple niggas smoke your ass just like a three-five
I was in the mud, but now I'm up just like a G five
They say that nigga was a killer
How the fuck did he die
Gettin' to the paper
Yeah, bitch, I stack it knee high
Can't get blood on my trues
Slide down on him in some Levi's
Nigga said that he gon' smoke me
But he know that he lied
Bitch, you know it's crunch time
Now I get you deep fried

Written by:
BRIAN ADAMS, LEW WHITE

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