Testi Fishin - Chief Keef

Fishin

Nigga I ain’t fearin I got my pistol\nLucky that mothafucka love ain’t\nLet me hit you or get you!\nYou wanna fuck with the kid\nWanna know where I live\nBut I’m walkin round with the six\nI’ma get your ass up outta here\nBoy I don’t fuck with the pigs\nThem bitches, I’m sick\nI’m the homie shot that fish\nAnd I catch big fish and I’m fishin'\nTryna bring the bricks in, let them bitches see it\nFound out a nigga fuckin' with my bricks\nYou gon' get two to the shit\nFound out a nigga fuckin' my bitch\nI don’t give two fucks or shit\nRidin' foreign cars, nigga you won’t pull past this shit\nFuck nigga, I done paid 22 for some kicks\nFuck nigga, I done paid 22 for the wrist\nFade 50 for the chain, 50 for the chain, bling\nWalk in, all the bitches better know my name\nAlmighty So, Chief So, shit ain’t changed\nNiggas think I changed cause I got me a little change\nSmokin' on this fuck nigga tooka till I can’t feel my brain\nLike Tony Hawk bitch this Sosa no it ain’t Lil Wayne\nBitch I’m Flocka with the flames\nMJ with the fade away\nBitch I’m Ballout with the bricks\nCause I done had 50 bricks on my mothafuckin' wrist\nSo I’m Sosa Escobar, Pablo\nAnd I’m coolin with my vatos, eatin tacos\nLook at a brain dead bitch, I’m like paco\nNo one on the corner got a swagger like me, I’m big flee\nFresh Giuseppe’s up on the concrete, at a Fe Fe\nRemember on the corner with a jacket slangin D\nAnd slangin that C to every fuckin fiend\nEvery junkie, even police\nNiggas know not to run up on Chief Sosa\nCause he got that heat and he gon' let it breathe\nI know he talkin' but I’m gon' let you see\nWhen the pistol come up what the uppercut mean\nBaby I don’t listen to nothin' but me\nBaby I don’t be gettin nothin' but G’s but I’m a G\nGot a Jesus piece, know that I fuck with Jesus\nShe see my neck and freezes\nCause I look like I been in the freezer