GONE FISHING
MT Ty
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(Rich 100, show em how you do it) Yea, I just spent 500 and same change on cashmere sweaters Ima always go and get this cash, I made my own amendment Opportunities comin’ my way I gotta go and get it Brody shut his trap down, left a sign and said he gone fishin’ Nigga I went and cashed a foreign car ‘cause I’m to young for spinners Brody shoot the wood off the Draco, he damn near caught a splinter Nigga I wake up eat W’s, but not like Jameis Winston Stop me in the mall, I gotta pose my fans wanna take a picture When I build my crib, I’m like f*ck wine I need a drank cellar Man I don’t know shit ‘bout them other guys ‘cause I’m not Will Ferrell This white bitch with me wanna pop a G6, just like she Katy Perry Yo gang the brokest niggas in the Untited States, I had to stay from near em I’m scammin’ hard, I got a couple pieces I’m waitin’ on the mail I can buy slot but I’ll prefer to buy the drugs on hand Saint Michael’s on me H-E double hockey sticks, boy go to hell I need to make some new money, my other money be turning’ stale Yea I got- yea I got lean comin’ in so fast, I’m like f*ck a deal You know D so icy, he’ll f*ck yo wife and go f*ck up yo marriage Go on Google, search my coordinates I’m in the Caribbean Ion know where I’d be if I ain’t reach out and meet the right man Hell naw Ion know ‘bout cuttin’ bricks, better call Jackie Chan The feds was sick as hell, they hit the crib but they ain’t leave with shit Yes Ima load the cash on a PayPal, on Zelle my name attached My niggas wanna catch a hat, spinnin’ in a striker track I’m on Tele’ make a secret chat, and I might go and hit you back Mikey went and bought the rose gold anniversary like Obama back We in a big ass crib, and all these foreign cars in my culdesac Had to take a break from this rap shit, it’s f*ck rap get racks 762’s size of chapstick, nigga don’t get chap I be runnin’ bags like Derick Henry when I’m in the Nash Eyes already poppin’ out her socket, she ain’t even see my stash I’m in full effect, niggas pets just like Damon Dash Not no crystal meth, bro got checks and they really glass Niggas out here tryna’ find they love, like the Great Gasby Bro showed me 200 in sticky blues when he FaceTimed me Nigga f*ck is you talkin’ bout nigga Ye all that fake ass shit man, that shit not- that shit not going on no more naw Know what it is nigga
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