Fryed (feat. DJ Suicide)

I'm not sure why, but the end of that barrel looks, oh, so appetizing I'm hanging off the edge, I'm about to die Put my trust inside this fire, don't need God All my brothers toking in this bitch we getting fried Love it when you lie to me, you look me in the eyes Two-tone Philippe, bae, I still can't tell the time Rajon Rondo, jeans Number (N)ine Still can't go a day without you being on my mind I still got two bitches on the line, though She want me to come pull up, go in her tonsils I still got that 43 up in the console Let me pull up, get a taste, bitch, I'm a connoisseur Let me eat your kitty, I'm a carnivore She wanna ride and get real freaky, it's a carnival I was just up in New York, now I'm in Baltimore Why'd you leave me out to dry? Bae, I wanted more Sipping on the Quagen, smoke exotic pot, bae She got that good head, that good neck, I blow up, Pompeii She did me so dirty, I can't look her in the face Bitch, you gotta slow down, you gotta be moving at my pace I pull up to CVS, I'm a real sipper Nowadays, I'm getting paid, bitch, my bills bigger Nowadays, I ain't afraid, bitch, I pull the trigger Ain't afraid to run or fade if I ain't fucking with ya What's so wrong with being an emotional thug? I'm hanging off the edge, I'm about to die Put my trust inside this fire, don't need God All my brothers toking in this bitch we getting fried Love it when you lie to me, you look me in the eyes Two-tone Philippe, bae, I still can't tell the time Rajon Rondo, jeans Number (N)ine Still can't go a day without you being on my mind F*ck you! F*ck me? F*ck you!