!Go Fish! Volume 1

Lyrics
[Verse: Conway] Scraping the side of that pot up Rose gold dweller put your watch up I got hit on my top when I got shot up But I know niggas hit in the leg and never got up Griselda, bitch, we just want the money, fuck the fame And rap niggas see us and they tuck they chains It's Conway, you know the fucking name You said, "it was your year" last year and still nothing changed No niggas drop like this I got legends scratching their head Gotta rearrange their top 5 list, ya' heard? My little shooter on percocets I'm only ninety-nine percent, I ain't perfect yet I fuck the bitches niggas wish, and I ain't buy a bitch a Birkin yet Pussy so wet I could surf in that Water ready in the pot, put the work in that Watch how I lock 'em on the surface when I'm working that Fifty shot, fold up, I could work with that Hating motherfucker, I see you, where the surgeon at? I heard the track, then I murdered that That's why they know my name where they speak German at I'm from the hood serving crack, I emerged from that I was out lurking with a MAC, then I merged with MAC Burning wax in the back of the Maybach with the curtain back Machine, bitch, this is murder-rap
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Credits
- Writers
- Mac Miller
- Conway the Machine