Fried Doe Boy & Southside

[Intro: Doe Boy, 21 Savage & Offset]
(Zone 6, nigga, Pyrex whipper)
(Pyrex)
Yeah
Doe Beezy (Ayy, ayy)
Doe Beezy (Ayy, ayy)
Yeah (Ayy)
Fried (Ayy)
Fried (Ayy)
Tweaked out my (Ayy)
Tweaked out my mind (Ayy, ayy)
Fried (Ayy)
Hold up (Ayy, ayy)
I ain't lying (Yeah, ayy, ayy)

[Chorus]
Bitch, you fried (Yeah)
I made her cheat on her nigga, I gave her some money, now, bitch, you mine (Mwah)
Say she ain't goin' there she see no hundreds, stop cappin', bitch, you lyin' (Oh, really? Bitch, you lyin')
Play like it's sweet, must just thought I be rappin', bitch, you dying (Brrt, that's right)
Step in the building with niggas who be killin' (Gang, gang), they be like, "Bitch, you fried" (Let's go)
Geekin' off pills, I be tweakin', I'm fried out my mind, if I wasn't rich, I'd rob (Let's go)
I do not hang with no pussies (No), he say he be lookin', but my whole clique outside (Gang)

[Refrain]
Fried (Fried), fried (Fried)
Fried (Fried), fried (Fried)
Fried (Fried), fried (Fried)
My whole clique outside, bitch, we fried (Gang, gang)