Literally Fried

[Chorus] Woah Bitch, don’t play with me Yeah, yeah Bitch, don’t play with me Go ahead, fuck me on that money Bitch, don’t play with me Fuck me on that money Bitch, bend over Make it clap Church on Sunday They can’t fuck with me I know it, they literally tried I told her I don’t fuck with her She looked at me and she literally cried You can get a chest-shot, headshot, literally die Bitch, you mad at me? I tried to tell you I’m literally fried [Verse] How are you mad at me? Pulled up, illiterate vibe Bitchеs bad built Fat ass, match no thighs You can’t get fly like me Way I do it, a litеral crime You is not my type Yeah, you could be in a little bit of time Heart colder than ice She like ice, no spice I can say it twice About to pull off a heist Moving with a pipe I can get them bags in for lower on the price I can- [Chorus] Woah Bitch, don’t play with me Yeah, yeah Bitch, don’t play with me Go ahead, fuck me on that money Bitch, don’t play with me Fuck me on that money Bitch, bend over Make it clap Church on Sunday They can’t fuck with me I know it, they literally tried I told her I don’t fuck with her She looked at me and she literally cried You can get a chest-shot, headshot, literally die Bitch, you mad at me? I tried to tell you I’m literally fried