Fish Bowl

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ooh, Sav killed it) [Verse 1: 1Up Tee] Give me like ten I'm in this bitch with TeeJaee, Gramz, and KrispyLife Kidd You know my plug crispy too, he got them chicken thighs in He'll drive 'em to you quick, he on some Jimmy John's shit Deep as hell, chopper singin' on some Giveon shit I got tickets close to Warren on some centerline shit Two-hour drive and I'm ridin' with a pretty fine bitch Any nigga ever played in my city got killed [Verse 2: YSR Gramz] Dog got locked, but soon as he get out, he gettin' pill I'm only here for one day doin' features, I'm finna dip Bro got so many bluеs on him, I'm startin' to think he Crip Dog tryna backdoor my mans, he don't think we hip Fat nigga, got a rockеt on me, this bitch split wigs Quarterbackin' plays like I'm Trevon Diggs I ain't smokin' in this whip until we at the crib I knew he had bullshit weed, it smell like a cig [Verse 3: Jungle] Runnin' with some money in my jeans and money don't run in my genes So that mean I came from nothin' out the mud, we had to dig Had it hard, a different crispy life, shout-out my nigga Kidd But I'm good in every hood because my shooter special ed All these knots, it look like somebody beatin' on us Deuce after deuce, bro only drink even numbers Blue hundreds, mixed bitches, all this motion got me seein' colors I got your bitch location, man, I think this bitch cheatin' on us [Verse 4: KrispyLife Kidd] You in luck, Jungle, I just poured an eight, that's an even number My bitch pissed me off one day, so I had my fiends jump her New crib big as fuck, I gotta get me a butler I ain't did shit to nobody this season, had a clean summer I know a nigga, every time he broke, he'll beat his bitch I know a setup bitch that'll get you whacked and plead the Fifth And me and my niggas over here winnin', boy, you ain't seen a chip I'm rollin' with a pocket of blues, I'm Ken and them [Verse 5: Glockboyz TeeJaee] He was actin' like he gang, bro took his watch from him They can book me for a wedding out in London, bitch, the chop comin' Slidin' with them fullies every day, this was a hot summer Glock 29, that's that small ten-milli', my favorite number, yeah Probably been lookin' for your bitch, she on my dick Even when I lose my mind, it's crazy, I find a blick I know a nigga who worked a real job, saved his money, bought a brick And I know a nigga who never had a job, he just took hits [Verse 6: 1Up Tee] 48223, might take my Flint homes to the Smith homes You ass-backwards, you got Ricks on, but you piss poor We at Motor City on the fifth floor, 'bout to tip hoes My killer walkin', he gon' tiptoe, he gon' tiptoe [Verse 7: YSR Gramz] Draco slammed him on his neck like The Big Show It's fucked up he told, back then, he had bricks, though My shooter kill niggas, but back then, he used to hit 'Ro They hit him in his head, now it's painted like Cisco [Verse 8: Jungle] When it come to sell opps into holes, we don't miss those Ain't shit to have a bad bitch trippin' like she got six toes Bro ride hot, he got a chop and like six 'bows He got a broke opp ridin' around in a fishbowl [Verse 9: KrispyLife Kidd] Mask on in my mama shit, her shit fishbowl And you know behind E, we be trippin', we ten toes [Verse 10: GlockBoyz TeeJaee] We bet a thousand on ten, it came six-four He mad at me, I fucked his bitch, but I ain't even know