Gettin’ Fishy Luh Tyler (Ft. SCY Jimm & Wizz Havinn)

[Intro: Luh Tyler]
Yeah, nigga
Ayy, nigga, yeah
Ayy, nigga, rrr
(Vince, pull up to the stu', man)

[Verse 1: Luh Tyler]
Runnin' them racks up, perfect timing
Jump on the beat, get paid by rhyming
Nigga, they creep, watch how they sliming
Lil' goofy-ass nigga went broke on diamonds
Nigga, when I step, my bros behind me
Bro sip that drank, he turn to a zombie
Just stack your paper, boy, just keep grindin'
We gon' run the racks up, go see Johnny
We gon' run the racks up, nigga, just sit back, stack, young nigga gon' get to the bag
Brodie wake up, bust down in the trap, nigga, ain't no nap, gotta get off them bags
I be runnin' laps on a nigga while you in the house on the couch, nigga, get off your ass
Young nigga jumped in the booth, no pen, no pad, niggas know I'm finna gas
Young nigga chasin' them blues like Nipsey
Yeah, pop out, bitch, I'm sticky
Bro make niggas run just like they Ricky (Frrt)
Bro in the cut with that switchy
This bitch got ass on her just like Nicki
Lil' bitch give top, tell the ho, "Don't kiss me"
Dump a bag on a Cuban, don't want no Richy
These niggas be creep, man, shit gettin' fishy (Nigga, yeah)