t.scam – Fry Em Lyrics
Artist: t.scam
Song: Fry Em
Free A-Kid man
FSG, FSG, RIP AK
FSG, FSG, FSG
Bow, bow
Fry em’, fry em’, no way, this beef ain’t dyin
Said he onto the gang, they’re lyin’
Sight him, hop off the pad, then knife him
Fry em’, fry em’, no way, this beef ain’t dyin’
Said he onto the gang, they’re lyin’
Sight him, hop off the pad, then knife him
Aim that wap, you don’t wanna get fried
Rambo long, from my feet to my
Skatty hold eight, how did he don’t die
He got chinged, from to his eye
They do arms, swings that
This f#ckin’ pricks, me and Triggy done took trips
In a cab, with the wap, and rambos on our hips
Anyone that did slip, slap, dip, mad ting
Get man down, I ain’t rampin’
Get man down, I ain’t rampin’
Lemme switch the way I’m rappin’
Back it, slap it, unclip it, stab him
Get it, rappin’, slangin’, trappin’
2v1, he hold critical stabbings
That is the way I’m livin’
Skatty hold eight and start snitchin’
That is the way I’m livin’
Skatty hold eight and start snitchin’
Can’t talkin’ ’bout wettin’ down opps
Can’t talkin’ ’bout tappin’ off blocks
Can’t talkin’ ’bout lockin’ off parties
He whine and kotch, then I drenched his top
They wanted to fling their shoulder
I flung my rambz in two of ’em opps
sh#t is ments, sh#t intense
sh#t can’t die, sh#t can’t stop
This beef can’t dead
If i stuff that wap
Then I fling that lead
Lock my arm and aim at the chest
If I miss then I miss
, miss then I miss
I guess he go lucky, back the rambz or slap the brucky
Two shanks up, got me feelin’ like Chucky
Call her bougie, call her bougie, she’s
Fry em’, fry em’, no way, this beef ain’t dyin
Said he onto the gang, they’re lyin’
Sight him, hop off the pad, then knife him
Fry em’, fry em’, no way, this beef ain’t dyin’
Said he onto the gang, they’re lyin’
Sight him, hop off the pad, then knife him
Who’s doing all these chingings
It’s deffo not them, It’s must be us, trust
Itching to let that buss, back that swing, ching ching no scuffs
, bro you can call me Gus
Get cheffed, and left in the mud
Mug, Scam don’t kiss or hug, I fling to the lungs
Never had no shanks so I fought him
Flex on here, go
This wap is lookin’ all new but it’s really old like the thing from O
Never had no shanks so I fought him
Flex on here, go
This wap is lookin’ all new but it’s really old like the thing from O
I buss that case, I don’t wanna learn how to kettle cook
They shot on a lap, my right
Tell my young boy, just stay in yo’ books
I remember that night, Tapz, Dapz and Kojo on the ride
We feel like YN Melly, all we had was murder in our minds
But my man’s washed, he don’t wanna buck rambo knifes
He said he had his wap, and he said he wouldn’t lack
But Kojo told him, “Come around the corner,” and trust me he on that
He just wants to stay in front of the cameras, like a dickhead, like a twat
Fry em’, fry em’, no way, this beef ain’t dyin
Said he onto the gang, they’re lyin’
Sight him, hop off the pad, then knife him
Fry em’, fry em’, no way, this beef ain’t dyin’
Said he onto the gang, they’re lyin’
Sight him, hop off the pad, then knife him
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Release Year: 2021
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