!Go Fish! Volume 1 lyrics

[Verse: Conway]
Scraping the side of that pot up
Rose gold dweller put your watch up
I got hit on my top when I got shot up
But I know n*ggas hit in the leg and never got up
Griselda, b*tch, we just want the money, f*ck the fame
And rap n*ggas see us and they tuck they chains
It's Conway, you know the f*cking name
You said, "it was your year" last year and still nothing changed
No n*ggas drop like this
I got legends scratching their head
Gotta rearrange their top 5 list, ya' heard?
My little shooter on percocets
I'm only ninety-nine percent, I ain't perfect yet
I f*ck the b*tches n*ggas wish, and I ain't buy a b*tch a Birkin yet
pus*y so wet I could surf in that
Water ready in the pot, put the work in that
Watch how I lock 'em on the surface when I'm working that
Fifty shot, fold up, I could work with that
Hating motherf*cker, I see you, where the surgeon at?
I heard the track, then I murdered that
That's why they know my name where they speak German at
I'm from the hood serving crack, I emerged from that
I was out lurking with a MAC, then I merged with MAC
Burning wax in the back of the Maybach with the curtain back
Machine, b*tch, this is murder-rap