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Get Fried¿
Hip-Hop/Rap
Get Fried¿ was released on February 20, 2025 by BOSS UP ENT as a part of the album Bird Haven
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Release DateFebruary 20, 2025
LabelBOSS UP ENT
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM155

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Semon Emari Craddock
Semon Emari Craddock
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
uwanna
uwanna
Producer

Lyrics

Told my brothers that I love em, if dead or alive
Rule number one, gotta keep that cutter, can't let nothin' slide
Two door coupe, three **** inside, four sticks, that's number five
They think they can fuck with 6x, bitch you fuckin' lied
So much shit been goin' on in my life, but I barely cried
Can't even do nothin' but just pray God got right on my side
My **** tann ball no 2K in school, was hella fried
Was geeked up out my mind Start sippin' drink, then I seen dollar signs
Get fried, bitch, can't say I never lied
Only lie about two things, that's what's in my pockets
And in my mind, bitch
To the top, I'm finna climb, bitch
You be cappin' in your rhymes, bitch
Claimin' that you slide on shit, but you ain't been a type to slime
Shit, you ain't slime, bitch
Get fried, bitch, can't say I never lied
Only lie about two things, that's what's in my pockets
And in my mind, bitch
To the top, I'm finna climb, bitch
You be cappin' in your rhymes, bitch
Claimin' that you slide on shit, but you ain't been a type to slime
Shit, you ain't slime, bitch
Used to geek up every evening
**** be mad for no reason
Kill the beat, I was commit treason
Ballin' bitch in every season
Series three, I pull off speedin
Preach on beats, go call the deacon
Not in the field, untie your cleats then
Bring a wells, my cousin's cleanin
Wide body track, sound like it's screamin
I ain't even scratch the surface
My birds they in the dark, and lurkin
Piss off **** all on purpose
Lord know that 6x ain't perfect
But he know I'm workin' hardly
These pussy **** hardly work
Can't keep up with me, I ain't sorry
Told my brothers that I love em, if dead or alive
Rule number one, gotta keep that cutter, can't let nothin' slide
Two door coupe, three **** inside, four sticks, that's number five
They think they can fuck with 6x, bitch you fuckin' lied
So much shit been goin' on in my life, but I barely cried
Can't even do nothin' but just pray God got right on my side
My **** tann ball no 2K in school, was hella fried
Was geeked up out my mind Start sippin' drink, then I seen dollar signs
Written by: Semon Emari Craddock
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