Gone Fishing, Pt. 1 lyrics

Uh
I done irradiated the creatures and left everything beneath us
I was assassinated by Nazis
But I resurrected, came back with heavy weapons
And it left a better message
Got a massage when I got back to the crib
Wifey didn’t know that I fractured a rib (Ouch)
Told her I was going fishing with the guys
And she thought I was tripping until she saw fishing rods in the kitchen
(That’s right baby)
The bait was dead rappers, chopped up
Another n*gga did it, I just mopped up
I’m good with cleaning like a disinfectant
I don’t f*ck with intestines
Fully loaded clips is a blessing (Yeah)
Thank God I didn’t have to kill a n*gga
I don’t want not trouble, I’m just being real with n*ggas
So everybody still sleeping, I snuck in the house
Came home with fishing rod slumped on the couch
My brother wrestled with the alligators he is the best out
Brother got a new crib, interior was reptile
Even the outside was stupid
Had a big ass truck the same color as mucous
I started feeling sick so I rushed to the crib, changed clothes
Ran back out, my n*gga parked in a Range Rove
He telling me sh*t changed since yesterday
He got a hotel room and stayed an extra day (Word)
It was a drought on bae
Nothing left, it was the n*ggas eating trout by the lake
No crab leg, n*ggas was tired of eating the snake
The whole time all of this increasing my brother’s estate
Went to the crib so we could celebrate
n*gga answered the door, steel grained .38
Got a n*gga frying in the kitchen, there were shooting at one another
So now n*ggas wanna meet about killing my brother
What
Imma get these n*ggas
(Naw I got ‘em bro)
Always got the special sauce for these mother f*ckers
(Naw keep your sauce)
Imma kill these n*ggas I got it
(Aight)