Monkey - It's Frying lyrics

[Hook, Dimzy] About you in the field, you just in your crib, b**h stop lying We got smoky things and we smoking things, b**h be frying I'm OJ so f** O tray[?] , b**h be frying About you trap rappers with your dead staff you ain't got no clients f** the opps we be on the A with anything that's frying I'll be in Notre Dame[?] with them smoky things, you know bullets be flying You ain't been near in your life, you trying to gas up the kids And your baby momma be gwupping[?], yeah she can swallow them kids [Scribz] f** Stizzy, 674 run bricky You talking shanks, p**y n***a I walk with straps Got a 44 and a f**ing mac Let me make it clear, I don't f** with Raq I love my n***a cuz his dotty shack[?] He ain't done sh** for like 6 years, now the f**boy talking tough on tracks Back to that map He tried to run, we hit him in his back We had sweets in that dotty tray but we rast his a** with the flipping mac 67 we rollin' I got a 3 liter it's stolen I know a young thot and she scoping She gives the green light and we're smokin' You ain't been doing drills You up in your house, you ain't been in no fields I've been making Ps and I've been smoking beef and you talking about kaning and n***a you k**ed You ain't been on my hill You up in your house, you ain't been in no fields Putting work on the streets, we all over the beef, and you ain't been on sh** since your n***a got k**ed [Hook, Dimzy] About you in the field, you just in your crib, b**h stop lying We got smoky things and we smoking things, b**h be frying I'm OJ so f** O tray[?] , b**h be frying About you trap rappers with your dead staff you ain't got no clients f** the opps we be on the A with anything that's frying I'll be in Notre Dame[?] with them smoky things, you know bullets be flying You ain't been near in your life, you trying to gas up the kids And your baby momma be gwupping[?], yeah she can swallow them kids [Monkey] 67, add a 4, got a couple skengs, need a couple more In that trap house, got both for me, I might need some more Young n***a getting it, tryna stack notes, f** being poor Been lurking on your estate like a f**ing tour Posted up with them f**ing skengs Disrespect me I'll dip your friend Skrr skrr, back to the ends OT tryna get some bread Bangin' dons cause my n***as bled Opps run from me like I'm a black fed Dotty spin on the black ped, wizzin run tryna' clap heads That dotty's local Load it up, then go slap lead Don't lack Broad day YT[?] turnin' red Big mac, whoosh man down leave him on his bed [Hook, Dimzy] About you in the field, you just in your crib, b**h stop lying We got smoky things and we smoking things, b**h be frying I'm OJ so f** O tray[?] , b**h be frying About you trap rappers with your dead staff you ain't got no clients f** the opps we be on the A with anything that's frying I'll be in Notre Dame[?] with them smoky things, you know bullets be flying You ain't been near in your life, you trying to gas up the kids And your baby momma be gwupping[?], yeah she can swallow them kids