Fried Rice (Feat. JID)

Milk Chorus: Bas Decisions I be makin' when I get impaired Tell me where the gingerbread, I��m gettin' there Money in my pocket barely fit in there But I fell in love with how it's sittin�� there Old bitches miss me, a hole in her soul But I'm over it though, had to block me a number Interlude We're sorry Verse 1: Bas This from the latest collection, my boy You can copy the wave when I drop in the summer Fiends got the city up under the wing like it's fried rice I done died twice, I got nine lives, that means seven to spare Vision blurry, but the hindsight always 20/20, I see Heaven and Hell Yeah, just to bust up a cell Yeah, tell 'em come and give me fuckin' nonviolence when the nine flyin' Hear her lullaby, make her sing like Adele Heavy on me like a pound Singin' off-key, get ��em off me We on all streets for the money, niggas hit up Wall Street Had them boys ringin�� the bell Ain't no Libra, but my scale ready if this rap shit ever fail Get me hot My borough taught me how to run a block Confidence is quiet, I don��t talk a lot I call my mama and I call the shots I don't call these bitches, they just talk a lot Cop a couple toys and we can make a play Now the driveway like a parking lot Beware the dogs what the sign say I did it my way, I did it my way Chorus: Bas Decisions I be makin' when I get impaired Tell me where the gingerbread, I'm gettin�� there Money in my pocket barely fit in there But I fell in love with how it's sittin' there Old bitches miss me, a hole in her soul But I'm over it though, had to block me a number Interlude: JID Block block, uh, block, look Verse 2: JID You got the gas, but it's not like mine She got that ass, but she not that fine Don't make a nigga laugh I need the cash in the bag in advance Before I grab any mic' in the stand Don't make a nigga mad Spazz the fuck out, all bad, I'm all-Madden I'm on a go route now, but I do all patterns I'm with your ho right now, and she's a tall glass I'm a can full of whoop-yo-ass A little .40 in the booking bag I put a bullet in your lookin' ass Aw, baby, what is you doin' Been lookin', askin' for something you can work your ass off for My nigga, grab it, go after it I'm p-p-passionate, d-d-damagin' my anatomy Don't get mad at me if I pass out while I'm ramblin' I'm an animal, an anomaly Mari-mari-marijuana, it's the God in me, gotta be A better way just to get away, takin' the backstreet roads A couple days, maybe, give or take Yeah Baby, I'm gon' get home Uh, when I'm in the zone I'm in, I'm ignoring your phone call again The phone, off the dome talk, your phone block block You're on, switch off The long lost lil' nigga gettin' it how he live, hol' up Chorus: Bas Decisions I be makin' when I get impaired Tell me where the gingerbread, I'm gettin' there Money in my pocket barely fit in there But I fell in love with how it's sittin' there Old bitches miss me, a hole in her soul But I'm over it though, had to block me a number Outro: Bas This from the latest collection, my boy You can copy the wave when I drop in the summer Fiends got the city up under the wing like it's fried rice Like it's fried rice Boy, you can copy the wave when I drop in the summer Fiends got the city up under the wing like it's fried rice Like it's fried rice