Duwap Kaine, Slimesito - Fried Oreos lyrics

I'm high as fuck eatin' fried oreos
I post a bad bitch on my story tho
I got real nigga on my portfolio
She like a movie bitch, Glock bust a ho
Thot ass bitch, no I can't trust a ho
I'm still in the hood
Nigga eatin' lunchables nigga
Casok

Smokin' on dope, I ain't got no worries
I fuck with the kids, nigga Lil Blurry
And you know that I'm high
My vision a lil blurry
I got a bad bitch, and her slides furry
I smokin' on dope, nigga so early
Diamonds on my neck
Nigga these ain't pearlies
Run up on a nigga, man I need a gym
My nigga catch a body, I get him a attorney
I'm so high, lets go own a gym

I'm so high, you know my words slur
Take a nigga out, and threw him in a hearse
Smokin' on a lot, yea I need it
Big ass Glock, please don't try and hurt me
You know it's fuck twelve
I'm throwin' up a bird
I feel like Future cause my Sprite dirty
My chain so low, my ears fuckin' hurt

You know I been slime
Got them shootas lurking
I'm shootin' off the rip
I'm hittin' like I'm Irving i'm outside
With the choppa like I'm Persian
I got yo main bitch grooming and she serve me
RG shit, man we never hurting
My shootas gon' pull up like it's urgent
Cut yo ass up, do you in like a surgeon

I stay, now I got him hurting
These VVS diamonds got
These bitching flirting
I'm already strapped up
You know I can't be worried
Might shoota quick draw
He shooting like he Curry
I know some real niggas and
They out in Jersey
A lot of shots, turn a shoota to a jersey
On the block trappin' and
You know it's early
I don't trust a soul that's
Why I keep a thirty
When you around me, my shootas going dirty

Bitch doin' dick and you know she eat those
Ridin' around with my brother
And that's Sito
Walk in that bitch, nigga with a meat roll
Mid blunts, yea you know I don't hit those
Hop in that foreign, nigga watch me shift ho
Damn is that a Glock? Or is it a damn missile
Sippin' on two cups, need triple

Posted on block in a brand new fit ho
I'm smokin' on dope
I don't do my own rips tho
Skylark, I be stuck in my
If you see twelve, nigga blow the whistle
Gen 4, hold
I'm in the kitchen with the damn
Sito that's my brother from another mother
You talkin' to twelve, nigga undercover
And yo bitch wanna get under the covers
My niggas they ride, they don't got much
These niggas be tellin'
Talkin' such and such
Put you on a plate, fuck nigga lunch

This a Glock 21, not a shotgun
Would've I thought I said
"Ricky" look at how he run
How the fuck do you run up
On me with a damn gun
Thirty round, fireworks, look
Ran off on the plug I know that he hurtin'
Yeah fuck on my bitch and I
Bought her a Birkin bag

I know that he hurtin', Casok, he mad
I know that he hurtin', he sad
I know that he hurt, damn
I know that he hurt, he hurtin'
I know that he hurt, damn
I know that he hurt, he hurtin'
I know that he hurt, damn
Bought my bitch is a Birkin
I know that he hurt
He hurtin', he hurtin', he hurt