Used the enhanced versions that's floating around youtube, hence the bad vocal quality.
Before anyone shits on me about the X verse, I chose this one to be realistic, as Ye already already has access to this verse, I'll never use it again I promise

fried instumental by plaz

Songs Used:
- Kanye West - FRIED (unreleased)
- XXXTENTACION - Yes Indeed Freestyle (unreleased)

LYRICS

[Chorus]
I done had too many friends that died
Sometimes I can't believe I'm still alive
She told you I ain't had it, well she lied
Boy don't play with me, you know I'm fried
Boy don't play with me, you know I'm fried

[Verse 1]
She giving blowjobs and I applied
She said she starvin', order her some fries
Then I ate the breast, then the thighs
Then I gave the rest to the guys
You was typin' crazy out your mind
This is not a typo, we reply
Now you spilling typo, watch your side
Boy don't play with me, you know I'm—
Boy don't play with me, you know I'm fried
Pray on our enemies when we die
We just hope the feds take the bribe
Only one gon' walk away when we collide
Twenty thousand dollars, fuckin' mine
Ten bitches came with Dolla, they all dimes
They offered blowjobs and I applied
They all starvin', order them some fries

[Chorus]
I done had too many friends that died
Sometimes I can't believe I'm still alive
She told you I ain't had it, well she lied
Boy don't play with me, you know I'm fried
Boy don't play with me, you know I'm fried
Boy don't play with me, you know I'm fried

[Verse 2]
(Well Hello There!)
Okay, I'm turnt
At the party, fuck 'round, pussy boy, and you get burnt
Actin' up, you actin' buff, you fuck 'round, you get murked
These niggas bitches, mm, I get it
Sauce, bitch, I'm with it, uh, I get it
Shots at your fitted, mm, I did it
Yuh, I did it, yuh, I did it
Niggas askin' where I get my drip at
Told a nigga throw a backpack, nigga, back-back
Asking for the money, where your racks at?
If you ain't my brother, told a fuck nigga "Hush that"
Cartier, Cartier, throwing shade
Asian bitch really like to crochet
And my wrist never like throwing shade
Came to the crib off of Kool-Aid, ayy

[Chorus]
I done had too many friends that died
Sometimes I can't believe I'm still alive
She told you I ain't had it, well she lied
Boy don't play with me, you know I'm fried
Boy don't play with me, you know I'm fried
Boy don't play with me, you know I'm fried