Fish Fry (Many Men) Kodak Black

[Intro]
Ayy, Sniper Gang, 1K, ayy
Da-na-na-da
Free Lil Cool, aye
Free Lil Jack boy too
Huncho, Jack boy, aye
Heart of the Projects, Ty

[Chorus]
I got fish to fry, we gon’ eat
I got mouths to feed, it’s on me
I’m on the money route, you won’t eat
I’m screamin’ free Lil Cool, until he free
Fuck what you talkin’ bout’, I pull up where you sleep
Ain’t talkin’ Mickey Mouse, I kill you bout’ that cheese
Can’t take no losses now, I’m winnin’ homie
I got family they dependin’ on me

[Verse 1]
It’s 1K, I got niggas jammed, got niggas in the grave
Call me Texaco, I’m smokin’ gas, got codeine in my tea
It’s the kid, came from servin’ licks, came from servin’ bids
Gotcha bitch, right here with me, doin’ shit she never did
Since a jit, I was out here, had to get it how I live
Got to blow, I’ma kick the do’ if they don’t let me in
Goin’ in, I don’t need no paper, I don’t need a pen
This for [?], you can catch us early mornin’ drinkin’ Jin
I’ma millionaire, fuck a friend, I need them Benjamin’s
Flyer than the wind, nigga spinnin’ like a ceiling fan
You a lame, homie you can’t hang, you a minute man
Got a lil three eighty on me, tucked it in my Timberlands