Fish Food Lyrics

Hey Alexa can you put a beam on a 38 special?

Infrared his face now this nigga got freckles

Shoutout to my niggas from the hood who successful

Rest in peace to Rollie G and shout my nigga Beckles

I'm not bilingual I'm not bisexual

But I'm bipolar iced out all my gold medals

She been doing yoga I can fold her like a pretzel

Body out of this world body celestial

She is not property but she an intellectual

She see what I bring to the table so we don't wrestle

You ain't really think I was able but God bless you

You might not even believe when I say it but God bless you

The Fisher-Man been writing in his memoir

And I'm just going off the top Chris Benoit

Audience black and white like a film noir

And I'm from Maryland so I gotta kill the Fillmore

Niggas don't even see the cohesion

I don't fall even in Scorpio season

I don't be with niggas and that's not for no reason

Where I go it's girls there where niggas at there's hoes leavin'

Big fish y'all fish food

You should bow in my presence pay tribute

From East to West Coast like big Snoop

It's all going as planned no missed cues

Ya Smell me?

Biggie not doin' it miniature

Bitch I'm outside like the emperor

Y'all in the house like a senator

They salty as hell get the vinegar

Immature people stay insecure

Now I don't write that's my signature

Every recording like literature

Every performance like theater

I break a leg get a ligature

You can't ignore who you really were

You can't ignore who you really are

It was passed down by familia

Skipped by the gene that would make me a criminal

That's a good plot could top box office cinema

Title it: This Shit Ain't Sweet It's More Cinnamon

Need my dollars in positive integers

We got gas out the ass like an enema

Get me started Mortal Kombat I finish 'em

Outta water? I replenish ya

Cop a foreign drop in Tropicana orange

Diddy-bopping off the lot so quick forgot the car insurance

A bad boy but I ain't swapping spots with Martin Lawrence

And I'm always on point they say he's one sharpened swordfish

If she ain't got that yank I don't want her snatch

She tryna hop up on my frank in front of my slacks

'Cause shawty think I'm the bank try'na get attached

I tell that bitch no thanks

Someone come and get her back

She spark up that lil dank claiming that we a match

But honestly if we're frank

I'd rather smoke crack than hit that lil' sorry pack

Ain't even have a smell

I can tell her dealer's hay bale was probably stale

Big fish y'all fish food

You should bow in my presence pay tribute

From East to West Coast like big Snoop

It's all going as planned no missed cues

Big fish y'all fish food

You should bow in my presence pay tribute

From East to West Coast like big Snoop

It's all going as planned no missed cues