Coop513 - I aint fishing

Fo fives I'm toting,(yeah) fat blunts I'm smoking (yeah)
Bust that pussy open that big booty I be poking (yeah)
A lot of fucking motion in this bitch and I'm joking (nah)
Ready to move out to the ocean and live up on some boats and shit (coop)
But when you see me that pole bitch you know I ain't fishing (nah)
See me with some goals thou I'm always on a mission (always)
See me with the gold but know I been dripping (hey)
Strapped with the pole but he'll no I ain't fishing (he'll naw)

Freshest whiteboy you done seen today, bitch I'm dripping (dripping)
Chrome handle grips on the blick, bitch I'm gripping (gripping)
Matches all the chrome up on my whip bitch I'm whipping (skrrrt)
I like my hoes with no clothes, bitch get to stripping (ugh)
Always keep a clip up on my hip, bitch I ain't slipping (blah)
Try to run up on the coop I promise that you tripping (tripping)
Up this fire so quick and light you up just like an incent (blow)
If he got the gang with him hit him with the extension (30)
Can't show you how to bait a hook but I can show you how you to cook (butta)
When it comes to sliding and hiding I wrote the book (ha)
And I don't know a catfish from a motherfucking bass (nah)
But I can always spot a fake ass or fake cash (coop)
Choppa gone chop, (chop) pockets with knots (knots)
Nothing but the blue cheese bitch I get that gwap (gwap)
Big booty thot,(ugh) see say don't stop (ugh)
I beat the pussy and make that mother fucker talk (talk to me)
Strapped up with pole, bitch you gotta go
Up this fire so fast and put bitch ass in a hole
All the work I'm putting in has got my pockets swole
Gotta get it heavy steady shit I want some more (yeah)
Pull the fucking fire out and roast you like a smore (blow)
Burn the fucking tires out I'm skirting out the door (gone)
Jump up in my whip I push the petal to the floor (skrrr)
Just me and the metal like I'm married to the hoe (coop)

Fo fives I'm toting,(yeah) fat blunts I'm smoking (yeah)
Bust that pussy open that big booty I be poking (yeah)
A lot of fucking motion in this bitch and I'm joking (nah)
Ready to move out to the ocean and live up on some boats and shit (coop)
But when you see me that pole bitch you know I ain't fishing (nah)
See me with some goals thou I'm always on a mission (always)
See me with the gold but know I been dripping (hey)
Strapped with the pole but he'll no I ain't fishing (he'll naw)

Written by:
Scott Cooper

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