Let's Go Fishing (feat. 2smokeyy)
36oZ
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Do it like culps, 'til my Jordans Loubs That's drippy and dippy Then I went on earning 'til my Jordans-Loubs And my mindi's sticky OT trips got my ching on fleek Two weeks, two sauced up mindis Gimme a shank or gimme a wap I got points with both, fam I ain't too picky I think it's been like a month I shot one guy and like two got cheffed Ay, man can't tell me 'bout work rate I ran man down, 'til I ran out of breath Section 18, section 20's Section 60's on ends Officer, I don't know nuttin' But it's my work, on the MPS I just came home, new trackie Hooya's asking where the last one ran I don't know hooya and my iron It's missing like Madeleine McCann This barbie's calling me Abdi That ain't my name, but true I'm a sav I had one in the five not six in the spin Go and ask the paigons how I rise and tan They say "yo stick to the rap ting" "I ain't ramping but you soon gon' blow" I'm a pirate not a terrorist If a man don't ching, then it's guns I blow This habloo went into my trousers But in my trousers I got my rambo I know my Mrs. don't like her But I understand, cah my ting is a hoe Who's that? Yo bro, swerve on that yute Peak-a-boo Wind down the window and rise that broom Lean and shoot Man shoot, then ching him Let's go fishing But gang still put waps into use Agan bop or we seven step Man down midday for a paigon yute Who's that? Yo bro, swerve on that yute Peak-a-boo Wind down the window and rise that broom Lean and shoot Man shoot then ching him Let's go fishing But gang still put waps into use Agan bop or we seven step Man down midday for a paigon yute One step in my malis darlin' Pardon like Harlem but its Camden town A step with my Agans on paigons Everyone got at least one down Love sterling earning Don't play with my cake When I drench make man loose pounds Ding-dong do a drill and burn it I'm burning to get next one down This nina, I wan' beat her When I press it, you gon' hear that sound She wan' do round round and chill She don't wanna chill 'til you go on that rounds Wheels on the bus I mean wheels on the spin spin ting go round and round Paigon bitch got found and drowned Doin' TFL, cah they underground Caught him a case, tryna talk on the A Someone should've told him we put guys in the grave He tried to run and he tried to run But the roads ain't safe when it's after eight Gang two L's in the paigons place And the paigons dem face on from pace F*ck what you heard, it's us on the curb Any violations and we riding bait Ay, don't piss me off He's dead, let me tick him off (Finish him) And he's dead, let me tick him off (Finish him) He's dead too, let me tick him off (Finish him) How dare you talk on the gang-gang When we ching-ching, and we rinse it off Big twelve gauge, I might pop somebody Like chickenpox Who's that? Yo bro, swerve on that yute Peak-a-boo Wind down the window and rise that broom
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