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Conway The Machine – Fish Fry lyrics
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
[inaudible] 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 n****s nightmares
I want the smoke, I'm right here, n****
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
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
[inaudible] 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 n****s nightmares
I want the smoke, I'm right here, n****
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
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