Your Old Droog - !Go Fish! Volume 2 lyrics

[Verse] Don't believe that loser's tale In music cla**, only time he used a scale Playing arpeggios, probably sold a little reggie but no blow Yo, that scene is overcrowded Plus I always was a skin but make no bones about it Could buy a pack of shorts, still borrowing bogies for sport Ain't gotta go to Long Island for a free Porter Just look at son's regressions, ask to use his dice money to fund a session The name's Y-O-D, not Lil Uzi Vert Floozies come to me a** naked in the loosie shirt We dedicated and playing it tight Not talkin' ‘bout the ball players but I got my Brandon Wright Even though the fans got no sight I'm still visible, my j**elry pose light Get busy all night, need y'all to play 42 like a black Israelite I just don't have the Payola But how can you relate, you just a doja? But hold up, set for the corner store Weed carriers like Masta Ace, they was born to roll I'm in a V bumping [?] Put you to sleep faster than, yo, revoke your G-pa** But nowadays I'm more about kale, ginger and wheat gra** All that hood sh**, let's leave it in the past It's been damn near a decade since I saw a skimask We chillin', eating Chilean sea ba** [Outro] Let me ask you, what's your favorite fish? I would say the Chilean sea ba** would be my favorite fish, it taste very good in the teriyaki sauce