Thicc Humans - Thot Fishing lyrics
[Thicc Humans - Thot Fishing lyrics]
Yo, whatcha doing Big T?
Just fishing for some thots bub
What about you?
Same, seems like the smell of
Fish is strong today
Bro, it's theses damn thots bub
They don't know how to
Clean themselves what do you think?
This is what I think!
Oh boy, here we go this flow, about to blow
I can't trust no hoe, so I lay low
Mute my iPhone, just leave me alone
Wait, I don't have a iPhone
Got thots in my dms
I can trust them like my dms
One of them just uses me and
Now I am her side man
Other one cheated on me
Now she has feelings again
Lost my mind in this cold world
Just call me a fisherman
Ay, ay, ay, here we go
Reeling in theses thots
And I throw them in a box
Hoping it would stop, but what did it cost
Now you can not swap, if you want top
Now your life gonna flop
I can't give you props wait, let me stop
Went to hard so I hope it doesnt flop
Big T about to come in kill them big T
God damn, I be on my new shit
Bumpin with the new chick
Like ay, smoke some green
Then I dip, that's some good shit
Got hoes in the back screaming fuck
12 that some hood shit
Got so many bars, but so little of time
I'm trying to freaky you babe
Just let me dive in as a matter of fact
Just pack that smelly shit up
I ain't trying to smash unless you
Trying to play smash bros
In the back hoe, about to make you a casino
Chan dog and I are about to blow up
But we ain't ISIS
Coming through like a mother fucking crisis
God damn this shit go hard like a shuckle
Theses bands all in my Gucci bubble
Thots all in my vision
But you can say we are about to go fishing
God damn ay bub (what) , I got me a big one
What did you get
I got me another thot on my line
Just fishing for some thots bub
What about you?
Same, seems like the smell of
Fish is strong today
Bro, it's theses damn thots bub
They don't know how to
Clean themselves what do you think?
This is what I think!
Oh boy, here we go this flow, about to blow
I can't trust no hoe, so I lay low
Mute my iPhone, just leave me alone
Wait, I don't have a iPhone
Got thots in my dms
I can trust them like my dms
One of them just uses me and
Now I am her side man
Other one cheated on me
Now she has feelings again
Lost my mind in this cold world
Just call me a fisherman
Ay, ay, ay, here we go
Reeling in theses thots
And I throw them in a box
Hoping it would stop, but what did it cost
Now you can not swap, if you want top
Now your life gonna flop
I can't give you props wait, let me stop
Went to hard so I hope it doesnt flop
Big T about to come in kill them big T
God damn, I be on my new shit
Bumpin with the new chick
Like ay, smoke some green
Then I dip, that's some good shit
Got hoes in the back screaming fuck
12 that some hood shit
Got so many bars, but so little of time
I'm trying to freaky you babe
Just let me dive in as a matter of fact
Just pack that smelly shit up
I ain't trying to smash unless you
Trying to play smash bros
In the back hoe, about to make you a casino
Chan dog and I are about to blow up
But we ain't ISIS
Coming through like a mother fucking crisis
God damn this shit go hard like a shuckle
Theses bands all in my Gucci bubble
Thots all in my vision
But you can say we are about to go fishing
God damn ay bub (what) , I got me a big one
What did you get
I got me another thot on my line