Drown a Fish

[Intro] (Run that back, Turbo) [Chorus: Gunna & Lil Keed] They say they gon' stop us gettin’ rich, that's like sayin' you gon’ drown a fish Wockhardt, i'm not sippin' on Tris No ball hog, i'm good with assist I pull up in Rolls on a bitch I make sure these bands comin' in That drip you wear ain't nothin' Meanwhile i'm in a Chrome Heart fit [Verse: Gunna & Lil Keed] The crease in the jeans got ’em tailored Leather collard shirt came from Bottega Left Rodeo and hit the Bodega She from Florida, her Birkin got gator Told Lil Keed "Keep the count on the paper" Play wit’ me and you gon' meet yo’ maker Pull up black, all black dark is vader Couple coupes, hit ya' cat, I can't save ya' I fold her right on like a table Shе don’t wanna fuck, I pay her Just tryna get over, I'ma pay hеr I'on't play wit' these hoes, I don't spam He ride around on a budget, and I ride around in a Lamb' This shit can fill up a bucket, and don't mess wit' hunnits ma'am Switch out the subject, Cullinan not the cutlass, Rolls Royce truck sit up like a ram Far from green, I can't go for the scam My bitch Gina and we havin' threesomes with Pam Ain't talkin' 'bout no jelly, my dawg in the jam You gon' have to pay me, I'm young uncle Sam That bitch is a flam, you ate her like spam That bitch is a thot and want clout on the gram [Chorus: Gunna & Lil Keed] They say they gon' stop us gettin' rich, that's like sayin' you gon' drown a fish Wockhardt, i'm not sippin' on Tris No ball hog, i'm good with assist I pull up in Rolls on a bitch I make sure these bands comin' in That drippin', when it ain't nothin' Meanwhile i'm in a Chrome Heart fit