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Let's Go Fishing

by Active Gxng

[Verse 1]
Do it like * to my Jordans Loubs
That's drippy and dippy
Then I went O into my Jordans Loubs
And my mindi's sticky
OT trips got my ching on fleek
Two weeks, two sauced up mindis
Gimme a shank or gimme a wap
I got points with both, but my aim too picky
I think it's been like a month
I shot one guy, like two got cheffed
Man can't tell me 'bout work rate
I ran man down, til I ran out of breath
Section 18, section 20s
Section 60s on ends
Officer, I don't know nuttin'
But it's my work, on the MPS
I just came home, new tracky
Hooya's askin' where the last one went
I don't know hooya macaan
It's missin' like Madeleine Mc
Cann
This Barbie's callin' me Abdi
That ain't my name, but to her im a sav
I had one in the five not six in the spin
Go and ask the paigons how I rise and tan
They say you'll stick to the rap ting
I ain't rampin' but you soon gon' blow
I'm a pirate not a terrorist
If a man don't ching, then it's guns I blow
This habloo went into my trousers
But in my trousers I got my rambo
I know my Mrs. don't like her
But I understand, cah my thing is a hoe

[Chorus]
Who's that? Yo bro, swerve on that ute
Peak-a-boo
Wind down the window and rise that broom
Lean and shoot
Man shoot, then ching him
Let's go fishing
My gang still put waps into use
Agan bop we seven step
On dawn and day for a paigan ute
Who's that? Yo bro, swerve on that ute
Peak-a-boo
Wind down the window and rise that broom
Lean and shoot
Man shoot then ching him
Let's go fishing
My gang still put waps into use
Agan bop we seven step
On dawn and day for a paigan ute

[Verse 2]
One step in my malis darlin'
Pardon like harlem but its camden town
A step with my agans on paigons
Everyone got at least one down
Love sterlin' earnin'
Don't play with my cake
When I drench make man loose pounds
Ding-dong do a drill and burn it
I'm burning to get next one down
This nina, I wan' beat her
When I press it, you gon' hear that sound
[?]
Wheels on the bus
I mean wheels on the spin spin ting go round and round
Paigan bitch got found and drowned
Doin' TFL, cah they underground
Caught him a case, tryna talk on the A
Someone should've told him we put guys in the grave
He tried to run and he tried to run
But the roads ain't safe when it's after eight
Gang two L's in the paigons place
And the paigons dem face on from [?]
Fuck what you heard, it's us on the curb
Any violations and we ride and blade
Ay, don't piss me off
He's dead, let me tick him off (finish him)
And he's dead, let me tick him off (finish him)
He's dead too, let me tick him off (finish him)
How dare you talk on the gang-gang
When we ching-ching, and we rinse it off
Big twleve gauge, I might pop somebody
Like chickenpox

[Chorus]
Who's that? Yo bro, swerve on that ute
Peak-a-boo
Wind down the window and rise that broom
Lean and shoot
Man shoot, then ching him
Let's go fishing
My gang still put waps into use
Agan bop we seven step
On dawn and day for a paigan ute
Who's that? Yo bro, swerve on that ute
Peak-a-boo
Wind down the window and rise that broom
Lean and shoot
Man shoot then ching him
Let's go fishing
My gang still put waps into use
Agan bop we seven step
On dawn and day for a paiganute