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