No Fishing

OG told me when I hit the booth, gotta talk my shit
Brodie always shootin' at the range, so he ain't gon' miss
Tatted this shit on my skin, so I look stupid if I switch
You ain't me, my mama, or get money, then you ain't my bitch

Niggas on that side, corny as fuck, no, that ain't my clique
I be talkin' stupid on the beat, it's like I missed a grade
Like I'm at the barber every day, I never miss the fade
I knew how to swim since a kid, bitch, I never sunk

Hatea bitche thats actin' like she took a dump, that never stunk
Bucket hat and rod but nigga, I ain't goin' fishin
Ain't no hookup on this bitch, if niggas miss it, then they miss it
We can shoot or we can fight, but nigga, I ain't doin' disses

I be out here sellin' bud, I let my homies have the kitchen
I be out here pushin' pills, but I can't write you no prescription
And don't bring no stranger around, cause I don't know your real intentions
I got shit to work on, baby, I ain't mean to hurt your feelings

Can't count times where I was chillin', where they paint me as a villain
Bro said, fuck him, get that million, then just make him all look stupid
All that love should get distracting, can't spend too much time with cupid
Sometimes I be stuck in thought, should I make money or make music

But I'm so in love with both, I had to fuck around and fuse it
Now I'm feelin' like Gogeta that Big Bang inside my sneakers
If you tryin' to make a bag, then my name's Stacy, pleased to meet you
Baby girl don't ride no bikes, but got her ass up on the cycle

I ain't Joe Jackson's son, but I still beat it like I'm Michael
Ridin' through my old hood in a Beamer, yeah, I guess I'm petty
Wake up in the morning, get some WAP, then I get my fetty
Niggas say they wanna feat with me, I don't think they ready

I walk a fine line with this shit, so my pockets steady
In the seven, watchin' 8 Mile eatin' my mom's spaghetti
The skinny nigga used to have the mosh, till his arm got heavy
Other homie used to have the sig, till his sig got tip

Nigga used to be cocky as shit, till his shit got tip
Ain't no fuckin' follower, so bitch, I'm gon' kick my cup
I be cheap as Julius, till I run my shit back up
Name my Glock Red Bull, cause bitch, it'll give you wings

Sean said you wanna sell to white, I can give you fiends
You don't got a strap, I knock you out, I can give you dreams
Put me on your song, it's goin' up, I can give you streams
Goin' hard as Viagra in a honey pack

I just took your money, get some money, this my money jack
Niggas on that sing songy shit, and that funny rap
Me, I got peeps, I'm tryin' to feed, I can't fuck with that
Niggas say they tryin' to see me, but I still ain't seen them yet

I don't feel no pressure from these niggas, I don't need to sweat
Tryin' to touch a billi with that Bentley and that private jet
Said he got his bitch in line, I told him better double check
I just scuffed my shit, I need some crackheads from the Nike store

Can't nobody touch me when I walk up and that mic be on
Different personalities, no tellin' what I might be on
Chillin' in your bushes with that stick or I might be home
Chillin' in your bushes with that stick or I might be home

Ain't no nigga touchin' me, I walk up and that mic be on
I need a zone
Send em' on
Bitch, I'm gone