Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fish Fry, artist - Conway. Album song Blakk Tape, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Griselda
Song language: English
Fish Fry |
When nose pop it’s a dome shot |
Out come the yellow tape, road blocks |
Look, I’m like monster in the gold drop |
Gloves on while I’m loading shots in the old yop |
Ah! |
the pole longer than a old mop |
Back seat shooter got the shotty with the nose chopped |
The HK with the fold stock |
When nose pop it’s a dome shot, yellow tape, road blocks |
We sold drop, whip it make the Os lock |
Gold pots, cocaine resy on my stovetop |
Ah! |
I put the game on notice |
Back focused, the devil’s reject, the oldest |
Pushin the lotus, on the back seat where the pole is |
Pull up and unload it, back of your head is where the hole is |
Hold this, this shit I wrote is considered some of the dopest |
Shit we heard in a moment, if I go broke just show me where the stove is |
My bitch one of the coldest, half black and Polish |
Drop more steroids, they fiendin for another dosage |
You know how we play it on this side |
It’s Griselda bitch and we ain’t letting shit slide |
We let them 50 round sticks fly |
Your mama can’t afford a funeral she do another fish fry |
Shooter pull up and it’s a murder show |
Pull up it be a murder show |
Shooter pull up it be a murder show |
Pull up it be a murder show |
41 millimeter underneath the sleeve |
Cicatriz Mac on me, if you blink I squeeze |
Gunnin like I’m tryna leave the league |
You gone need a spleen, pop it til you leak and bleed, please believe |
I’m at a level you could never reach |
Paid eleven for my sneaks, I’m a forever eat |
Rose gold rollie but the bezel peak |
Penthouse lows, Hollywood, that’s a better suite |
I keep one or two goons, not eleven deep |
Live killers, like Kawhi Leonard then don’t never speak |
Shipping boxes, like four hundred pounds every week |
I just keep elevatin, I’ll never peak |
It’s my year, the Off White Nike Airs |
Fuckin the girl of they dreams, givin them niggas nightmares |
I want the smoke, I’m right here, nigga |
You know how we play it on this side |
It’s Griselda bitch and we ain’t letting shit slide |
We let them 50 round sticks fly |
Your mama can’t afford a funeral she do another fish fry |
Shooter pull up and it’s a murder show |
Pull up it be a murder show |
Shooter pull up it be a murder show |
Pull up it be a murder show |