Larry Fisherman - !Go Fish! Volume 1 lyrics

[Verse: Conway] Scraping the side of that pot up Rose gold dweller put your watch up I got hit on my top when I got shot up But I know n***as hit in the leg and never got up Griselda, b**h, we just want the money, f** the fame And rap n***as see us and they tuck their chains It's Conway, you know the f**ing name You said, "it was your year" last year and still nothing changed No n***as drop like this I got legends scratching their head, gotta rearrange their top 5 list, ya' heard? My little shooter on percocets I'm only 99 percent, I ain't perfect yet I f** the b**hes n***as wish, and I ain't buy a b**h a Birkin yet p**y so wet I could surf in that Water ready in the pot, put the work in that Watch how I lock 'em on the surface when I'm working that 50 shotty, fold up, I could work with that Hating motherf**er I see you, where the surgeon at? I heard the track, then I murdered that That's why they know my name where they speak German at I'm from the hood serving crack, I emerged from that I was out lurking with a Mac, then I merged with Mac Burning wax in the back of the Maybach with the curtain back Machine-b**h, this is murder-rap