FRIED Lyrics

Could tell how she lookin'

That shawty adore me

I'm a shooter, Robert Horry

Up in the DMs you know

I be scorin'

Couple baddies on me

And they foreign

Love how she look

But she fake a lil boring

Either way

I'll fuck her to the

Morning

Can't be my bitch

If you be out here

Whoring

And I'm the flyest

Baby I be soarin'

She only want me

Cause I'm getting rich

Paid in full

Like I'm Mitch

Call me Lilo

I need me a Stitch

Knew she was a fan

Taking sneaky pics

Bitches ain't taking

Shit from me but dick

I ain't lying

I'm legit

Niggas hating

Cause I'm him

Bitches love me

Cause I'm it

Bitch on my dick

Keep blowing

Up my Phone

Fuck a bitch

I'm better on my own

If we can't fuck

Better leave me alone

I don't need distractions

I been in my zone

She know I'm a

Dog I just wanna bone

I can't lie to you

Baby I'm grown

I know you miss it

Could tell by the tone

But now she hit me up

All she hear is

The tone

Coulda got back

You was fucking

The bro

And you tried to

Keep it on the low

And I could be grimey

And fuck on ya sis

Like the shit I be

Making I'll hit

Nowadays ion care

I can't wife

On no bitch

They ain't good for

Shit but

Sucking dick

And don't tell

When we fucking

My bitch gon be sick

And if my shawty

See you

She making it lit

I hate why you lied

If she think I'm wifin'

She fried

You can't be my bitch

Word to the guys

Yeah you can't be mine

Cause you ain't by my side

Woahhh

Been thru a lot

When it come

To these hoes

They been taking

A toll and it shows

Can't even vent

When I speak to

The bros

When I'm in my

Feelings keep it

On the low

Really I wanted

Me and her to grow

But she left

Oh no

Need me a coat

Cause the world

So cold

I been fighting these

Demons you don't

Even know

I just been working

I'm waiting to blow

I'll get rich

And then turn to

A ghost

I think about money

Everywhere I go

Cause I'll just rather

Die then be broke

I made some ends

Off of selling some

Dope

Crazy part bout it

I don't even smoke

When I was down

Everybody made jokes

Now I'm the man

And they call me the goat

Could tell how she lookin'

That shawty adore me

I'm a shooter, Robert Horry

Up in the DMs you know

I be scorin'

Couple baddies on me

And they foreign

Love how she look

But she fake a lil boring

Either way

I'll fuck her to the

Morning

Can't be my bitch

If you be out here

Whoring

And I'm the flyest

Baby I be soarin'

She only want me

Cause I'm getting rich

Paid in full

Like I'm Mitch

Call me Lilo

I need me a Stitch

Knew she was a fan

Taking sneaky pics

Bitches ain't taking

Shit from me but dick

I ain't lying

I'm legit

Niggas hating

Cause I'm him

Bitches love me

Cause I'm it