Fish Fry

Lyrics

[Intro] When nose pop it's a dome shot Out come the yellow tape, road blocks [Verse 1] Look, I'm like monster in the gold drop Gloves on while I'm loading shots in the old yop' Ah! the pole longer than a old mop Back seat shooter got the shotty with the nose chopped (Cap) The HK with the fold stock (Uh) When nose pop it's a dome shot, yellow tape, road blocks (Boom boom!) We sold drop, whip it make the Os lock Gold pots, cocaine resy on my stovetop (Whip up!) Ah! I put the game on notice (Uh) Back focused, The Devil's Reject, I'm Otis Pushin' the Lotus (vroom!), on the back seat where the pole is Pull up and unload it (brrrr), back of your head is where the hole is Hold this, this shit I wrote is considered some of the dopest Shit we heard in a moment, if I go broke, just show me where the stove is (Okay) My bitch one of the coldest, half black and Polish Drop more steroids, they fiendin' for another dosage (Talk to 'em!) [Chorus] You know how we play it on this side (You know whassup) It's Griselda, bitch, and we ain't letting shit slide (It's Griselda, nigga) We let them 50 round sticks fly (Brrrrr) Your mama can't afford a funeral, she do another fish fry (Hahahaha) Shooter pull up and it's a murder show (Cap) Pull up it be a murder show (Boom boom boom!) Shooter pull up it be a murder show (Uh) Pull up it be a murder show, uh (Brrrr) [Verse 2] 41 millimeter underneath the sleeve (Uh) Cicatriz MAC on me, if you blink I squeeze (Brr) Gunnin' like I'm tryna leave the league (Uh) You gone need a spleen, pop it 'til you leak and bleed, please believe (Boom boom boom!) I'm at a level you could never reach (Never) Paid eleven for my sneaks, I'ma forever eat (I'm eatin', nigga) Rose gold Rollie but the bezel peak (You see 'em) Penthouse lows, Hollywood, that's a better suite (Hahahaha!) I keep one or two goons, not eleven deep Live killers, like Kawhi Leonard then don't never speak (Talk to 'em) Shipping boxes, like four hundred pounds every week (Cap) I just keep elevatin', I ain't never peak (I ain't at my peak yet!) It's my year, the Off White Nike Air's Fuckin' the girl of they dreams, givin' them niggas nightmares (Haaah! You niggas mad) Yeah, I want the smoke, I'm right here, nigga, uh (What's poppin', nigga?) [Chorus] You know how we play it on this side (You know whassup, pussy) It's Griselda bitch and we ain't letting shit slide (It's Griselda, nigga) We let them 50 round sticks fly (Brrrrr) Your mama can't afford a funeral she do another fish fry (Hahahaha!) Shooter pull up and it's a murder show (Cap) Pull up it be a murder show (Boom boom boom!) Shooter pull up it be a murder show (Uh) Pull up it be a murder show, uh (Brrrrr) [Outro] Uh, uh, you know what's fucked up, nigga You ain't even leave yo' baby mama no money for yo' kids, nigga Yo ain't leave yo' mama no bread, nigga Hehe, she had to throw another fish fry for you, fuck-ass nigga Uh, I don't feel no remorse, nigga Fuck all you niggas Straight like that, nigga It's Griselda, bitch, fuck the other side Straight like that, Machine, bitch Daringer Reject 3, nigga, spooky Told you niggas, uh - Fuck is wrong with you? What the fuck did you have to shoot him for, man!? You didn't have to shoot him, man! - He make a move - He didn't make a fuckin' move, man! You dig? - You lyin', man! - He looked right at you! - No, man, he's dead, isn't he, man!? - [?], shut up!