Fish & Chips lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
I'm from the Eastside, right?
You know, we ain't have no handouts (Uh-huh)
We ain't have no big homies (Ah, yeah)
We ain't come from no really low, low drug dealin' communities
We come from, you know, gun slangin', gangbangin' (COUPE)
You feel what I'm sayin'?
That's how you get it, n*gga, rob, and they gon' take some money
You know what I'm sayin'? It's a few n*ggas that trap
We salute the ones who trap, you feel me?
Shoutout to the n*ggas that trap (If you gonna hate, be a hater, n*gga)
If you on the Eastside then you really know what the f*ck goin' on
Damn
I heard these n*ggas mad 'round the f*ckin' city
(I heard these n*ggas mad 'round the f*ckin' city) For what? I made it
Damn (I'm tellin' y'all)

[Verse 1]
n*ggas mad 'cause we didn't have to sit in the trap (Sit in the trap)
I made five million, pus*y n*gga, just off rap (Just off rap)
I heard a pus*y n*gga mad 'cause he rap and he trap (Rap and he trap)
I remember all the times, sh*t, I had to rap and go trap (Rap and he trap)
I had to wrap up my strap, had to turn 'em to a napkin (Yeah)
Fold a n*gga up and disappear sh*t like magic (Magic)
Drop sh*t on n*ggas' heads, shooter go super savage (Savage)
Cliqued up with some pus*y n*ggas, now they mad 'cause we have it (Yeah, we have it)
[Chorus]
Damn, that b*tch got slumped, did her wrong, he in traffic (Damn)
I sent my shooter, man, my shooter get dirty and nasty (Yessir)
My main shooter, rich shooter, damn, that n*gga have it (They have it)
They mad 'cause we come from the Eastside, ain't no trappin', just blastin' (Yessir)
These n*ggas trappin' off the porch, gangbangin' and crashin' (What's brackin'?)
We didn't have no big homie to do no mothaf*ckin' handlin' (Uh-uh)
We had to get it on our own, do you b*tches understand it? (Uh-huh)
If any n*gga started trappin', he would rap before it happened (Yessir)

[Verse 2]
This sh*t get poppin' on the Eastside, they'll do you real nasty (Do you real nasty)
First they'll catch a n*gga slippin', leave a b*tch in the past (Damn)
These n*ggas runnin' 'round with switches, they'll shoot you real fast (Yessir)
I love the city, don't f*ck up, they let me slide and get a bag (Damn)
I walk around with nothin' but robbers and some trappers (Trappers)
All the trappers got their pack from f*ckin' with the robbers (The robbers, yeah)
And we work together gettin' money, not a problem (Nah)
Everybody got to eat, n*gga, ain't nobody go starvin' (Nah)
Why you tryna creep, lil' n*gga? (Hol' on) No, you not no robber (Not no robber)
All the internet gangsta sh*t need to stop (Stop 'em)
All that "Mask out" sh*t, that's how n*ggas pop ya (Pop ya)
I call n*ggas b*tches in they face, it wasn't no problem (Uh-uh)
And I make they homie go away, it wasn't no problem (No problem)
And I smoke his b*tch-ass while I'm rappin', b*tch, no problem (No problem)
Tell them folk to catch up with this smoke or we gon' solve 'em (Gon' solve 'em)
All I see is red, and like a sign, I'ma stop 'em (Yessir)
And I'm bangin' blood (Blatt)
Got out the streets, I got out the mud (Yessir, blatt)
n*gga don't understand when you bangin' blood (Uh-huh, murder)
Gotta use your hands when you bangin' blood (Yo)
I get hands-on with n*ggas, put 'em in the mud (Uh-huh)
[Chorus]
Damn, that b*tch got slumped, did her wrong, he in traffic (Damn)
I sent my shooter, man, my shooter get dirty and nasty (Yessir)
My main shooter, rich shooter, damn, that n*gga have it (They have it)
They mad 'cause we come from the Eastside, ain't no trappin', just blastin' (Yessir)
These n*ggas trappin' off the porch, gangbangin' and crashin' (What's brackin'?)
We didn't have no big homie to do no mothaf*ckin' handlin' (Uh-uh)
We had to get it on our own, do you b*tches understand it? (Uh-huh)
If any n*gga started trappin', he would rap before it happened (Yessir)