"Fishing Fit" lyrics
Bfb Da Packman, KrispyLife Kidd & Money franklin Lyrics
[KrispyLife Kidd:]
Oh yeah, uh, yeah, I said
[KrispyLife Kidd & BFB Da Packman:]
I ain't in my right mind right now, yeah, I'm kinda drowsy
Bitch wanna fuck, she gotta book me, I need a couple thousand
That pussy so good, it'll make me fight my mama
Fuck, damn
Nigga tryna go to war with me, ain't got no firepower
Open fire on your Scat', now my bullets fightin' a Charger
This bitch look kinda young, of course I got a carter
Spent the bag on Stone Island, it's a fishing 'fit
She askin' why I cut her off, 'cause you not efficient, bitch
Back then she used to ho me, now she see me, all up on my dick
Gave me pussy, wasn't that good, now her coochie is holdin' my spit
It wasn't that moisturized
Want a burger, oh, you not suckin' dick? Well it don't come with fries
My nigga tryna slide, don't got no gun, end up holdin' mine
7.62s, hit him in his rib, now he holdin' his side
Damn, now he bleedin', he got some complications
I've been fightin' my girl a lot lately, we havin' complications
Eleven hundred on jeans, I just got my confirmation
Hurry up, my doctor waitin', I'm tryna get a five in Quagen (Y'ello)
[BFB Da Packman:]
I don't got no Quagen, got a six of Tris
Bitch's personality be trash, I just hit and dipped (Skrt)
She want hibachi, but she settled for some fish and chips (Fish and chips)
Kurt just walked in with some Wocky, let me get a sip
Shit a damn shame, I'm a lean junkie
Pimpin' Black hoes won't get you rich, bitch, you need honkies
Almost killed my mans 'cause the nigga stole some weed from me (Wow)
Rearranged our guts with this dick, made her bleed on me (Whoo)
I'm a vampire
Don't piss Ruger Rell off, he a landmine
I be keepin' shit one hundred, but my mans biased (Mmm)
Sneaky T grimy, that's my brother, so I'ma stand by him (Y'ello)
It's not okay (It's not okay)
Gettin' head from a bitch bumpin' Rocaine (Bumpin' Rocaine)
Freaky-ass Glock that I got, it go both ways (It go both ways)
Mr. Dog a Bitch Out and make her go gay (Go gay)
Dirty Donuts all in my 'Wood, bitch, this propane (This propane)
[Money Franklin:]
Baby, this dick for everybody, you gotta wait your time
If I smoke it at your head, it's gon' hit your nerves
I just broke up with my bitch, it's just not gon' work
I rather be by myself and put me first
These niggas be mad at you 'cause they bitch on go
I be tryna tell niggas that is not your ho
If you catch me by myself, I bet I got my pole
I cut my favorite eater off, that shit hurt my soul
Oh yeah, uh, yeah, I said
[KrispyLife Kidd & BFB Da Packman:]
I ain't in my right mind right now, yeah, I'm kinda drowsy
Bitch wanna fuck, she gotta book me, I need a couple thousand
That pussy so good, it'll make me fight my mama
Fuck, damn
Nigga tryna go to war with me, ain't got no firepower
Open fire on your Scat', now my bullets fightin' a Charger
This bitch look kinda young, of course I got a carter
Spent the bag on Stone Island, it's a fishing 'fit
She askin' why I cut her off, 'cause you not efficient, bitch
Back then she used to ho me, now she see me, all up on my dick
Gave me pussy, wasn't that good, now her coochie is holdin' my spit
It wasn't that moisturized
Want a burger, oh, you not suckin' dick? Well it don't come with fries
My nigga tryna slide, don't got no gun, end up holdin' mine
7.62s, hit him in his rib, now he holdin' his side
Damn, now he bleedin', he got some complications
I've been fightin' my girl a lot lately, we havin' complications
Eleven hundred on jeans, I just got my confirmation
Hurry up, my doctor waitin', I'm tryna get a five in Quagen (Y'ello)
[BFB Da Packman:]
I don't got no Quagen, got a six of Tris
Bitch's personality be trash, I just hit and dipped (Skrt)
She want hibachi, but she settled for some fish and chips (Fish and chips)
Kurt just walked in with some Wocky, let me get a sip
Shit a damn shame, I'm a lean junkie
Pimpin' Black hoes won't get you rich, bitch, you need honkies
Almost killed my mans 'cause the nigga stole some weed from me (Wow)
Rearranged our guts with this dick, made her bleed on me (Whoo)
I'm a vampire
Don't piss Ruger Rell off, he a landmine
I be keepin' shit one hundred, but my mans biased (Mmm)
Sneaky T grimy, that's my brother, so I'ma stand by him (Y'ello)
It's not okay (It's not okay)
Gettin' head from a bitch bumpin' Rocaine (Bumpin' Rocaine)
Freaky-ass Glock that I got, it go both ways (It go both ways)
Mr. Dog a Bitch Out and make her go gay (Go gay)
Dirty Donuts all in my 'Wood, bitch, this propane (This propane)
[Money Franklin:]
Baby, this dick for everybody, you gotta wait your time
If I smoke it at your head, it's gon' hit your nerves
I just broke up with my bitch, it's just not gon' work
I rather be by myself and put me first
These niggas be mad at you 'cause they bitch on go
I be tryna tell niggas that is not your ho
If you catch me by myself, I bet I got my pole
I cut my favorite eater off, that shit hurt my soul
