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Friied
Hip-Hop/Rap
Friied was released on December 27, 2024 by Actiive Mob as a part of the album Friied
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AlbumFriied
Release DateDecember 27, 2024
LabelActiive Mob
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM100

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Diizii
Diizii
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Pastrana
Michael Pastrana
Songwriter
Ved Gandhi
Ved Gandhi
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Diizii
Diizii
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer
TheDirtyBunny
TheDirtyBunny
Producer

Lyrics

Friied, Friied, Friied, Friied, Friied
Throw me some motion if you fuck with the– (Friied, huh)
Throw me some motion if you fuck with me, shorty (Throw me some)
Too fried for your bullshit, just talk to the .40 (Friied)
I'm back with the Bunny and the homie not a rabbit (Yeah)
Everything and anything, you know I gotta have it (Huh), hey!
Don't talk to me, baby, I'm fried (I'm fried)
Don't speak to me, bitch, yeah, I'm fried (I'm fried)
Yeah, I'm good off yo' bullshit, it's lies (You lied)
Uh, whoever gon' snitch is gon' die (You die)
Uh, speak about me? I'm not with the convo
Tryna get my shorty in a condo (Fah-fah-fah-fah-fah)
Tellin' all 'em pussy ****, "what you on, though?" (What you on?)
Uh, baby, every day, I'm ballin' like LeBron, though (Phew)
Spin 'bout it, you get spun 'bout it, I spin 'bout her (Spin 'bout her)
Spin 'bout ya, I'll hit you up, I'ma hit 'bout you (Hit 'bout ya)
Good meal on the plate, we be eatin' that hibachi (Hibachi, hibachi)
Brodie, I ain't really givin' no fucks 'bout you (Ah)
Pushed to the side, now I ain't payin' attention (What?)
That boy a trackstar, he be jumpin' fences (Woo)
Attention, why these **** gettin' so defensive? (Like, what?)
The homies eatin' at my table, you don't get shit (Ha)
Huh! Don't cross me when you can't, jaywalkin'
Huh! More action and less of the talkin', please (What?)
Bitch, this my turf, I ain't payin' no fees (Woo!)
Bitch, this my buildin', I ain't payin' no lease
Why they tryna tell me where to go?
I'll run it up and sum it up
That really none of these hoes gon' be fun enough
So fuck 'em, I'ma cool it up with shorty
We gon' live it up and fuck it up
I be runnin' the pockets, where the money, bruh?
I'll cut you up and fry you up and, ****, now you fried (Fried)
Get in line, I'ma hit 'em lil' bitches up every time (Fried)
Yeah, I been doin' right on my own, don't needa sign (Fried)
Drumline with the tools, yeah, I'ma let it fly (Fried)
Uh, goin' on, tell me, what the fuck is goin' on? (Yeah)
Baby, every time I'm walkin', I be showin' off (Yeah)
Every time Glocky talk to me, I'm blowin' her (Yeah)
Every time Wocky talk to me, I'm po'in' up (Ooh)
I'm not with the talkin', baby, is you?
Yeah, for the mag's, we gon' give you many issues (Issue)
Thinkin' you gon' do that? I ain't gon' let you (Ooh-ooh)
What they really want? Ah, I'on' really get you (Ooh-ooh)
Throw me some motion if you fuck with me, shorty (Throw me some)
Too fried for your bullshit, just talk to the .40 (Friied)
I'm back with the Bunny and the homie not a rabbit (Yeah)
Everything and anything, you know I gotta have it (Huh), hey!
Don't talk to me, baby, I'm fried (I'm fried)
Don't speak to me, bitch, yeah, I'm fried (I'm fried)
Yeah, I'm good off yo' bullshit, it's lies (You lied)
Uh, whoever gon' snitch is gon' die (You die)
Written by: Michael Pastrana, Ved Gandhi
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