K-Trap - How lyrics

I was flinging fish in the kettle
Now I got fish on the rex
Trapline sent a text
How could I be loathful with all this bread?
How could it fit in a man bag
When it's got all this length?
Still breaking down petrol, smell that stench
Taking trips to the seaside and
I got all these pebbs
How you talk 'bout the pitch? when
You done all that bench
You got that grub last week
And you got all that left

You got that grub last week
And you got all that left
I was a 2 and a Q boy
Now I make corn and stretch
I call the silent shooters they
Don't really talk they kweng
I swear it's all crazy when
Your whole team just mence
Anything sweet when the bricks come raw
When the work takes long to lock
You probably gotta whip some more
Got about 300 names on a hotline but
I got a list with more
And I might buy that bitch a bag
That's only if it fit's this 4's
They wanna hate on me now
Like man weren't grinding
Them days used to step out jewelers
When the mandems are shining
How many times did I fuck up the
Re and had to wait on consignments?
Now I just DIY and I
Got the bank notes piling
Curry came up off the block for real
Broke days it was straight Nike Tees
Now we got tops with silk
Now we take trips to Harvey next squad
Deep with the sauce and spill
Then we hit the top floor for the
Dinners and we get lobsters grilled

I was flinging fish in the kettle
Now I got fish on the rex
Trapline sent the text
How could I be loathful with all this bread?
How could it fit in a man bag
When it's got all this length?
Still breaking down petrol, smell that stench
Taking trips to the seaside and
I got all these pebbs
How you talk 'bout the pitch? when
You done all that bench
You got that grub last week
And you got all that left

I ain't ever got respect through making songs
If you're blatant lying through
The whole track, how could I rate that song?
Niggas just coming to a full summer
Home soon but the wait was long
It's all mental when the indictment
Sheets two pages long
Really in the field them guys some features
Drillers in the my team they ride and mean it
17 we was drilling from cabs
Leaving drivers speechless
Nowadays we just do it and dash
Had the tires just screeching
How many times did I drag back bro?
Like he's done it just leave him
How many times did I break down a
Pack? and have the brothers just eating
How many times did I grab that broom?
And i ain't ever liked cleaning
I really live what I chat about
And them niggas just cheating

I was flinging fish in the kettle
Now I got fish on the rex
Trapline sent the text
How could I be loathful with all this bread?
How could it fit in a man bag
When it's got all this length?
Still breaking down petrol, smell that stench
Taking trips to the seaside and
I got all these pebbs
How you talk 'bout the pitch? when
You done all that bench
You got that grub last week
And you got all that left