Fry Em'!

When we catch your boyfriend, we gon' fry him
Just cause my momma, raised me right, don't mean that I am lyin
You keep on playin' with me, I'm gon' leave your lil' bitch cryin
Your boyfriend is a mini-me, that nigga is my child
If you dressed up as Spider-Man this Halloween, you basic
I told my nigga, pass me the blunt, you know I'm finna face it
Chase him with the Glock, I know his heart, gon' get to racin
Call up lil' ant, that nigga, finna get to erasin'
When I fuck up on your bitch, I'm pullin' all up on her laces
My choppa killin' niggas, I think that that nigga racist
I got hella hoes, I don't discriminate with races
Black and Asian, white, I got bitches in every ages over eighteen
If we catch him lackin', we gon' knock his face off
We gon' send him up in the sky, make that nigga take off
You and your crew lame y'all niggas should just have a lame off
If I'm finna diss you, man, that's finna be a cakewalk
When we catch your boyfriend, we gon' fry him
Just cause my momma, raised me right, don't mean that I ain't lyin
You keep on playin' with me, I'm gon' leave your lil' bitch cryin
Your boyfriend is a mini-me, that nigga is my child