Fisherrr (Remix) lyrics

[Chorus: Cash Cobain & Bay Swag]
Got an attitude, but you bad as sh*t, so I ain't mad at you
And you tatted too, what I gotta do to be havin' you?
I play the avenue, top-five slizzy and a savage too
And your ass fat, know you eat your rice and your cabbage too
She a savage too, I'm a savage too, it's compatible
She was talkin' practice, had to cut her off, got a badder boo
I ain't chicken tender, if you f*ck my brother, I ain't mad at you
f*ckin' in the kitchen, we ain't even make it to the master room
Met her in the trenches, swear she suck it different and she tatted too

[Verse 1: Cash Cobain & Bay Swag]
And she independent, swear this b*tch is different and she nasty too
Yeah, my body different, when I'm off a yidda, I'm an animal
And her body different, I'ma eat on that b*tch like I'm Hannibal
I'ma act a fool, I get active too, I'ma eat that pus*y like an edible
For sure, tss
I'm off a Percocet, but lil' mami be poppin' that Adderall
For sure, tss
That pus*y be perfect wet, when you in it, it feel like it's grabbing you
For sure, tss
I know they mad at you, but I had to do what I had to do
For sure, tss
She got an attitude, when she suck the di*k, it's like she mad at you
For sure
[Verse 2: Ice Spice]
Got an attitude, but I'm feelin' lit, so I ain't mad at you
And I'm tatted too and it's fatter too, I'm your baddest boo
So what you 'bout to do? Top-one baddie and the jatty move
And my ass fat 'cause I eat my oats and my vegetables
And my pus*y fat, and it's creamy, ooh, taste like Danimals
I'm a baddie, so I know them other b*tches ain't impressin' you
And I been a baddie since a youngin, n*gga, this ain't nothin' new
Why these n*ggas in my face? Oh, because I'm rich and my money blue
I don't care what n*ggas say 'cause I'm really paid, I'm untouchable
Makin' b*tches wanna hate, she see me and she get uncomfortable
Make her n*gga want a plate, say I'm pretty and sexy and munchable
I don't wanna rush with you, got a crush on you, wanna bust on you
n*gga got me in a mood, you don't f*ck with me, then you f*ck with who?
And I brought a baddie too, she a wetty, ooh, givin' Betty Boop
I ain't callin' you my boo, n*gga, what? You thought I was feelin' you?
For sure

[Interlude: Cash Cobain, Bay Swag & Ice Spice]
She blow the di*k like it was a flute
For sure
pus*y so good, I'm never dubbin' you
For sure, tss
We met at the Ritz Carl', not the W
For sure
You gon' make a baddie fall in love with you
For sure
[Chorus: Cash Cobain & Bay Swag]
Got an attitude, but you bad as sh*t, so I ain't mad at you
And you tatted too, what I gotta do to be havin' you?
I play the avenue, top-five slizzy and a savage too
And your ass fat, know you eat your rice and your cabbage too
She a savage too, I'm a savage too, it's compatible
She was talkin' practice, had to cut her off, got a badder boo
I ain't chicken tender, if you f*ck my brother, I ain't mad at you
f*ckin' in the kitchen, we ain't even make it to the master room
Met her in the trenches, swear she suck it different and she tatted too