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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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