of you faggets to get with one of me Now I'm running up in you hoes With "No Vaseline" You could be the big fish Bring your drama Fuck your mama I'll
the kids are upstate kids that thought rap Was past tense, hence the last name Got name for playing basements and such And making songs that our friends loved And when the fish
it? (Verse 1- Kid Ink) Yea I could feel it on the way, never fray In the building like, this is where I stay My estate, put your drink in the air if you relate Plenty fish
I'ma ride and won't slide 'til I'm debtin you (P swallow your pride), my pride ain't edible Fuck with my life, I'm stressin your death Cut his guts out
psycho uh huh I see But every Halloween, you wanna be me They every Halloween, they want to be me They every Halloween, they want to be me A gorilla, a buffer fish
this my life nigga, so fuck you These funk niggas can't trust niggas, you'll get lit up nigga, get stuck nigga These choppas buck nigga, nigga buck nigga all in yo guts nigga, nigga guts
saga, streets flooded with lava Mommas and papas, toddlers, hip-hoppers, and rastas Rock stars and mobsters, above streets in helicopter Filled with doctors readin' the death roster Guts
a joint in your clutch, you're smokin' that shit too much Got your bitch ass touched Sen Dogg you can't rap from the guts And B-Real sounding like he
Wearing them shorts up your ass with a tube top Letting niggas stick they fingers all in the cock Pussy, all big and wet, looking good and shit Smelling like dead fish
Wearing them shorts up your ass with a tube top Letting niggas stick they fingers all in the cock Pussy all big and wet, looking good and shit Smelling like dead fish
cut? Here's a flashback, I fuckin' blow your bitch ass up And it's no problem, handlin' a niggaz with a death wish Leave him breathless, and hit his wife with a dead fish
diamonds, Im in Purp and yellow, Purp and yellow Purp and yellow, Purp and yellow [Game] Louie Vuitton don purple 24?s, yellow Lambo Im ridin' top blew the guts
little dandelions, done their thing They've changed from suns into moons The dragons roam the shopping malls I hear they're gonna eat our guts If I
's the King of New York) I gotta be either dead or dreamin' 'Cause look at that pape with my face beamin' Tomorrow they may wrap fishes in it But I was
twenties (Twenties) Playas hate that I be trickin' like she's all that I'm love with So we took her to the edge and shoved it and still ball out on a budget Dug in her guts
turntables Wolfe, get on the keyboard And we gon' run it, ya heard Cash money Cash money Cash money Cash money Now let me slide in the Benz with the fished
cold-izlle We got them sniffles that'll make a nigga nose tickle Anyway I'm nice, you know my price I'm such a D girl Fish scale so they think I work