Air Fryer

La música de Harry Fraud

You fighting a business man, I'm boutta handle business (Huh)

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

I can't operate with **** 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-white fit, no socks, I'm a sensei

Drugs for consumption

To heat the house, we use the oven

**** having babies outta sin like Joe Budden (Joe Budden)

**** 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 **** that cooked dope in a air fryer, uh

Every day, it's a new scandal

I whip and whisk keys, Jack Daniels, uh

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)

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 have a cart, 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