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