Let’s Go Fishing 2smokeyy

[Intro]
Yo 3lack what the hell man

[Verse 1]
Do it like ****, 'til my Jordans Loubs
That's drippy and dippy
Then I went O into my Jordans-Loubs
And my mindi's sticky
OT trips got my ching on fleek
Two weeks, two sauced up mindis
Gimme a shank or gimme a wap
I got points with both, fam I ain't too picky
I think it's been like a month
I shot one guy and like two got cheffed
Ay, man can't tell me 'bout work rate
I ran man down, 'til I ran out of breath
Section 18, section 20's
Section 60's on ends
Officer, I don't know nuttin'
But it's my work, on the MPS
I just came home, new trackie
Hooya's asking where the last one ran
I don't know hooya macaan
It's missing like Madeleine McCann
This barbie's calling me Abdi
That ain't my name, but true I'm a sav
I had one in the five not six in the spin
Go and ask the paigons how I rise and tan
They say yo stick to the rap ting
I ain't ramping but you soon gon' blow
I'm a pirate not a terrorist
If a man don't ching, then it's guns I blow
This habloo went into my trousers
But in my trousers I got my rambo
I know my Mrs. don't like her
But I understand, cah my ting is a hoe