Fish Bowl lyrics
by FMB DZ
[Intro]
(Mushk made this)
[Verse 1]
n*gga got my name in his mouth like I'm a b*tch
My young dog just flew from down south, he takin' hits
I get the lo', then I set the play, we gon' call the blitz
We hit his face and we hit his b*tch, we made him call it quits
I'm rockin' Hellstar, drop 'em at the bar, b*tch, I feel like Mar
Forty for the change, that's light change, a dollar for the car
I might stay with it, you might not see me 'til Thanksgiving
n*ggas fake pimpin', I'll pull up and take they b*tches
I got Sav with me, better be bool, 'cause he hate n*ggas
I just hit the road and turned around and made a quick fifty
I finally got it figured out, they can't f*ck with mе
n*ggas sneak dissin', see me out and say, "What's up?" to me
[Chorus]
You'd nеver catch an ape in a fishbowl
We ain't worried 'bout them n*ggas' strikers, we'll flip those
Who got a thousand beans for twenty-two? I'm tryna get those
I told my b*tch put the bottle back 'cause them ain't Mentos
[Verse 2]
Never wear Purple with Amiri, that's the drip code
Brodie say he bustin' through the window, that's the brick code
Take the switch off, I like to count while the blick blowin'
Get you tied down and zipped up like some Rick Owens
He in his feelings cryin' about the ho 'cause his b*tch goin'
n*ggas trolls, I don't respond to that 'cause I'm too rich for 'em
Have my n*ggas run down with a mask, they get to tiptoein'
Five-percent tint, but you can still see the kit glowin'
Drop a four, then drop another four, my n*ggas big pourin'
S580 need two parking spots, this b*tch a big foreign
TRX with the supercharger, this ain't no Big Horn
Since some n*ggas like playin' drunk, I got a fifth for 'em
[Chorus]
You'd never catch an ape in a fishbowl
We ain't worried 'bout them n*ggas' strikers, we'll flip those
Who got a thousand beans for twenty-two? I'm tryna get those
I told my b*tch put the bottle back 'cause them ain't Mentos
He in his feelings cryin' about the ho 'cause his b*tch goin'
n*ggas trolls, I don't respond to that 'cause I'm too rich for 'em
Have my n*ggas run down with a mask, they get to tiptoein'
Five-percent tint, but you can still see the kit glowin'