Fisher (4-Mix) lyrics

For the hood I go hardcore
She send invisible ink, she real freaky off the Taylor Port
Gotta white b*tch, gotta brown b*tch
Something like a s'more
Onna Westside with the Southside, b*tch from the four
She take a perk, she itching always biting like a dinosaur (Junky b*tch)
I got mo[re] money than the bank
No, this ain't no metaphor
And I said "I'll give you the world"
Baby that's a metaphor (I lied)
Girl you ain't giving top, b*tch what you hear for?
E-e-endless
Yeah my love so mother f*cking endless
Sorry baby I left you in the Bentley
Get yo n*gga cause I know that he envy
10 rounds in the [A]K, got you 10 piece
Squeeze the mother f*cking [A]K until it's empty
Broke ass n*gga, yo heart looks empty
Fly ass n*gga, I ain't giving no sympathy
You better have some respect, going...(?)
Really care about the mother f*cking love
I don't care if you got Gucci or Fendi
Don't give a f*ck if yo ass trendy
How the f*ck, is that going to impress me?
f*ck a stylist, ain't nobody gonna dress me
I earned respect, ain't nobody gon[na] press me
Skinny jeans on, I feel like Young Thug
Skinny jeans so I look like Jeffery
Draco, if a n*gga move sketchy
She let me hit, how the f*ck you better let me
You know she gonna f*ck if it's me, especially
You already know that I'm special B[itch]
Loveee
Yeah she want love from a thug
You was in school asking for some hugs
I was in that b*tch selling drugs
Gotta four five on my side n*gga I'll bust this b*tch
f*ck on yo hoe
Fill yo b*tch up, like a luggage b*tch
Gotta real b*tch, if you know I really love ha thuggish sh*t (thug)
She f*ck with me, she say "a bay bay" like Hurricane Chris
This b*tch on that bullsh*t
Scratch yo hoe off the hit list (yeah)
Free my n*ggas out them jail cells
Cause I'm really tired of them visits man
Ain't seen my n*ggas in a minute man
f*ck yo hoe, imma minute man
If Ian have no money on my kids, I would've went to prison man
Money f*ck up friendships man
Stop f*cking these hoes raw
Cause they giving out bad experience man
I say that off experience man
Fly ass hell when we take yo man
My Rolex ain't ticking man
Master P no limit man
I'll f*ck yo hoe and I'll do it again
Yeah she with me, yeah till the end
Keep it a 100, yeah 100 percent
Baby girl I'm like f*ck yo boyfriend
Me having motion, man they gotta pretend
Wake up, gotta repent
I'm not a dike, but the strap in my pants
Like...(?) she do that sh*t with no hands
Every time I cheat, she doc*ment
Baby girl, man we just was a man
We wasn't meant for each other
I'm getting money, spend that sh*t on my mother
You know I won't, ever change on my brother
Glock in the f*cking Moncler puffer
I'll feed a n*gga, I don't want you to suffer
I'm getting money, I don't care who tougher
You a f*ck n*gga, I can't f*ck with no buster
Baby girl, imma mother f*cker
She really thought that I was a lover
n*ggas talking, man he talking that rubbish
You f*ck that hoe better use you a rubber
Baby know I'm from the hood
Baby know I'm from the gutter
Can't f*ck with no sucker
Too many b*tches, man gon ahead f*ck ha
Better keep you a gun this summer
Imma playa, and playas f*ck up
Counting man I'm counting colors
Off the liquor man I gotta recover
That's yo b*tch man she under my covers
Mix the louie with the undercover
Boy you get no money, that's a bummer
All of that di*k riding, boy I know yo bum hurt
Pull up with sticks the real block busters
She changed up for money it's f*ck ha (f*ck ha)
f*ck her (yeah)
Pull up on yo block and yo block on that bullsh*t
Bust on that b*tch and yo b*tch that's a full clip
Lemme get some of yo liquor, just a lil sip
Matter fact lemme hit the mushrooms
Take a damn trip