Go Fish: Volume 1 Lyrics - Singles - Larry Fisherman

[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 niggas hit in the leg and never got up 

Griselda, bitch, we just want the money, fuck the fame 

And rap niggas see us and they tuck their chains 

It's Conway, you know the fucking name 

You said, "it was your year" last year and still nothing changed 

No niggas 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 fuck the bitches niggas wish, and I ain't buy a bitch a Birkin yet 

Pussy 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 motherfucker 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-bitch, this is murder-rap