Air Fryer

[Intro] La música de Harry Fraud You fighting a business man, I'm boutta handle business (Huh) [Chorus] You want raw? I got it (I got it) You want pure? I got it (I got it, yeah) I talk white and slang ebonics, yeah You want raw? I got it (I got it) You want pure? I got it (Uh, I got it) Talk white and slang ebonics, yeah You want raw? I got it (You want raw? I got it) You want pure? I got it (You want pure? I got it) Talk white and slang ebonics, uh [Verse 1] I can't operate with niggas who ovulate Bonds get fractured when you catch your big break, uh I'm playing my role like Ariza The white girl, I picture the Mona Lisa, uh I'm well-versed like a classic mixtape Orange scrubs make nurses look like inmates Certain drugs, I gotta monitor my intake All-whitе fit, no socks, I'm a sensei Drugs for consumption To heat thе house, we use the oven Niggas having babies outta sin like Joe Budden (Joe Budden) Niggas know everything but say nothing You good, but not the GOAT, shit I'm a mix between Carter III, huh, and Carter IV Gut to butt ratio determines fellatio, uh Hit Vegas for a change of pace, shit I'm balling, I need my ankles taped Pointers got a triangle shape Shit, trusting, that be my main mistake Shoot from the hip, same release as Angel Reese I spark the deuce deuce, call me Cameron Brink Used to wash my clothes in the sink and air dry 'em First nigga that cooked dope in a air fryer, uh Every day, it's a new scandal I whip and whisk keys, Jack Daniels, uh [Chorus] You want raw? I got it (I got it) You want pure? I got it (I got it, yeah) I talk white and slang ebonics, yeah You want raw? I got it (I got it) You want pure? I got it (Uh, I got it) Talk white and slang ebonics, yeah You want raw? I got it (You want raw? I got it) You want pure? I got it (You want pure? I got it) [Verse 2] Bumping Conway in the Enclave Balling like a Celtic, princess cuts, I need antiseptic She from Europe, her skin glow like syrup She touch down, the Lambo leaf in the Urus Drop a price on the ounce, and they gon' pounce on it Crabs in a barrel, it's a boil now Keep a vest on, I can't afford to drown My bitch ignoring me I told her to do the same thing if questioned by the authorities, uh Lyrics à la carte, hidden bars, speak easy I'm the boy, W.E.B., uh Library full of coke bars Who move keys like Wolf, gang? Mozart (B-B-Bruiser) That's his first name, I write rhymes on a flow chart Tryna sell up everything, I'm so smart A line about a bird, that's a crow bar, uh Henchmen and cohorts only go so far Bruiser