Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fish Fry, artist - CONWAY THE MACHINE. Album song Blakk Tape, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 26.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Vinyl
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 |