556zoo, GetRichZay - Fish Fry lyrics
[556zoo, GetRichZay - Fish Fry lyrics]
Look
Everybody know got the city on smash
(No rap cap) catch a opp in the mall
Then we step on his ass (For real)
Keep a Glock on me, that's a thirty shot mag
(Thirty shot)
Swipin' no swerve, put that shit in the back
(Rat-a tat, man)
Bitch, how you gon' roll with
Big six on your ass? (That hood)
Don't come out that lake
Put that beam on your ass (Shoot 'em up)
Shoot the bitch like a bat
When we hit 'em we pass (Pass)
How you write 'bout shit? Bitch
You know you ain't do (Why you do that?)
Bitch like, "Stop need to cap, it ain't you"
(No cap)
Chopper got kick, shit hit like pah, poom
(Come on) i'm in the bricks, I ain't hide
Just come through shots wet him up
Who they call him? Blue's Clues (Baow)
You bow on me, not might've robbed you
(Big sacks)
Got mags in this clip and I'm movin' 32 (32)
Don't know a nod, I'ma tweak on any crew
(No cap)
Dollars in dozens, they full of dead dudes
(Dead dudes)
I pick the ham up and knock your head loose
Say you want smoke, get up close to mag dude
Cut off his head, take his shit, a naildo
(Get 'em outta here)
Bullets connected, we call 'em Pro Tools
Don't get in my way, fuck around and kill you
Fish Fry Gang, hope this bitch'll fry you
(Fry his ass)
Yeah, I'm lovin' the slugs, you play with us
Boo (No cap)
Everybody know got the city on smash
(No rap cap) catch a opp in the mall
Then we step in his ass (Keep a Glock on me)
Keep a Glock on me, that's a thirty shot mag
(No cap) on six, dead bodies
You don't wan' make me mad (No, no)
Lil' nigga act tough
Put this beam on his ass
Got the opp niggas mad 'cause
They bitch throwin' at us
They show four, get your ass up, get a bag
Soon she got to eat me
I took her ass to Bragg'
Gang, ayy
(Ayy, like, Glock got a switch, I'ma spaz)
Gang, ayy
(Ayy, like, Glock got a switch, I'ma spaz)
Gang, yup
(I put on a beam on it, step on his ass) yup
Ayy, 556 got them fuck niggas mad (Aight)
With this 556, do a fuck nigga bad (Let's go)
We done ran on his pockets
We took what he had (Yup)
Ayy, split in the head, B took him to gas
(Come here)
She wanna meet YB', so I took her to Bragg'
(YB') i'm in the club with my heat
I ain't throwin' no jab (Let's go)
White drip on my feet, shit cost me a bag
(Off White) niggas fuck on that gang
Now he walk with a bag (Nod his ass, boom)
Niggas fuck on that gang
Now his ass in a jugg (Six)
Ayy, just made bond on case
Still plenty ways (Six)
I ain't tryna buy with these niggas
I ain't tryna waste (No)
Bitch'll get played like a
Date with the first (First)
Need two K, two bands just for a verse
(Racks) nigga need twelve bands just for
A brand new hearse (Body bag)
I spilled some lean on this brand new shirt
(Brand new drip) ayy, search for our gang
We done put niggas under the earth
(Uh, here)
Everybody know got the city on smash
(No rap cap) catch a opp in the mall
Then we step on his ass (For real)
Keep a Glock on me, that's a thirty shot mag
(Thirty shot)
Swipin' no swerve, put that shit in the back
(Rat-a tat, man)
Bitch, how you gon' roll with
Big six on your ass? (That hood)
Don't come out that lake
Put that beam on your ass (Shoot 'em up)
Shoot the bitch like a bat
When we hit 'em we pass (Pass)
How you write 'bout shit? Bitch
You know you ain't do (Why you do that?)
Bitch like, "Stop need to cap, it ain't you"
(No cap)
Chopper got kick, shit hit like pah, poom
(Come on) i'm in the bricks, I ain't hide
Just come through shots wet him up
Who they call him? Blue's Clues (Baow)
You bow on me, not might've robbed you
(Big sacks)
Got mags in this clip and I'm movin' 32 (32)
Don't know a nod, I'ma tweak on any crew
(No cap)
Dollars in dozens, they full of dead dudes
(Dead dudes)
I pick the ham up and knock your head loose
Say you want smoke, get up close to mag dude
Cut off his head, take his shit, a naildo
(Get 'em outta here)
Bullets connected, we call 'em Pro Tools
Don't get in my way, fuck around and kill you
Fish Fry Gang, hope this bitch'll fry you
(Fry his ass)
Yeah, I'm lovin' the slugs, you play with us
Boo (No cap)
Everybody know got the city on smash
(No rap cap) catch a opp in the mall
Then we step in his ass (Keep a Glock on me)
Keep a Glock on me, that's a thirty shot mag
(No cap) on six, dead bodies
You don't wan' make me mad (No, no)
Lil' nigga act tough
Put this beam on his ass
Got the opp niggas mad 'cause
They bitch throwin' at us
They show four, get your ass up, get a bag
Soon she got to eat me
I took her ass to Bragg'
Gang, ayy
(Ayy, like, Glock got a switch, I'ma spaz)
Gang, ayy
(Ayy, like, Glock got a switch, I'ma spaz)
Gang, yup
(I put on a beam on it, step on his ass) yup
Ayy, 556 got them fuck niggas mad (Aight)
With this 556, do a fuck nigga bad (Let's go)
We done ran on his pockets
We took what he had (Yup)
Ayy, split in the head, B took him to gas
(Come here)
She wanna meet YB', so I took her to Bragg'
(YB') i'm in the club with my heat
I ain't throwin' no jab (Let's go)
White drip on my feet, shit cost me a bag
(Off White) niggas fuck on that gang
Now he walk with a bag (Nod his ass, boom)
Niggas fuck on that gang
Now his ass in a jugg (Six)
Ayy, just made bond on case
Still plenty ways (Six)
I ain't tryna buy with these niggas
I ain't tryna waste (No)
Bitch'll get played like a
Date with the first (First)
Need two K, two bands just for a verse
(Racks) nigga need twelve bands just for
A brand new hearse (Body bag)
I spilled some lean on this brand new shirt
(Brand new drip) ayy, search for our gang
We done put niggas under the earth
(Uh, here)