FriedRice

Fried Rice (Explicit) - Bas/JID

Lyrics by：Abbas Hamad/Destin Route/Kaleb Rollins

Composed by：Abbas Hamad/Destin Route/Kaleb Rollins

Milk

Decisions I be makin' when I get impaired

Tell me where the gingerbread I'm gettin' there

Money in my pocket barely fit in there

But I fell in love with how it's sittin' there

Old b***hes miss me a hole in her soul

But I'm over it though had to block me a number

We're sorry

This from the latest collection my boy

You can copy the wave when I drop in the summer

Fiends got the city up under the wing like it's fried rice

I done died twice I got nine lives that means seven to spare

Vision blurry but the hindsight always 20/20

I see Heaven and Hell

Yeah just to bust up a cell

Yeah tell 'em come and give me f**kin' nonviolence when the nine flyin'

Hear her lullaby make her sing like Adele

Heavy on me like a pound

Singin' off-key get 'em off me

We on all streets for the money n***as hit up Wall Street

Had them boys ringin' the bell

Ain't no Libra but my scale ready if this rap s**t ever fail

Get me hot

My borough taught me how to run a block

Confidence is quiet I don't talk a lot

I call my mama and I call the shots

I don't call these b***hes they just talk a lot

Cop a couple toys and we can make a play

Now the driveway like a parking lot

Beware the dogs what the sign say

I did it my way I did it my way

Decisions I be makin' when I get impaired

Tell me where the gingerbread I'm gettin' there

Money in my pocket barely fit in there

But I fell in love with how it's sittin' there

Old b***hes miss me a hole in her soul

But I'm over it though had to block me a number

Block block uh block look

You got the gas but it's not like mine

She got that a*s but she not that fine

Don't make a n***a laugh

I need the cash in the bag in advance

Before I grab any mic' in the stand

Don't make a n***a mad

Spazz the f**k out all bad I'm all-Madden

I'm on a go route now but I do all patterns

I'm with your ho right now and she's a tall glass

I'm a can full of whoop-yo-a*s

A little 40 in the booking bag

I put a bullet in your lookin' a*s

Aw baby what is you doin'

Been lookin' askin' for something you can work your a*s off for

My n***a grab it go after it

I'm p-p-passionate d-d-damagin' my anatomy

Don't get mad at me if I pass out while I'm ramblin'

I'm an animal an anomaly

Mari-mari-m*******a it's the God in me gotta be