Gone Fishing, Pt. 1

Uh
I done irradiated the creatures and left everything beneath us
I was assassinated by Nazis
But I resurrected, came back with heavy weapons
And it left a better message
Got a massage when I got back to the crib
Wifey didn’t know that I fractured a rib (Ouch)
Told her I was going fishing with the guys
And she thought I was tripping until she saw fishing rods in the kitchen
(That’s right baby)
The bait was dead rappers, chopped up
Another nigga did it, I just mopped up
I’m good with cleaning like a disinfectant
I don’t fuck with intestines
Fully loaded clips is a blessing (Yeah)
Thank God I didn’t have to kill a nigga
I don’t want not trouble, I’m just being real with niggas
So everybody still sleeping, I snuck in the house
Came home with fishing rod slumped on the couch
My brother wrestled with the alligators he is the best out
Brother got a new crib, interior was reptile
Even the outside was stupid
Had a big ass truck the same color as mucous
I started feeling sick so I rushed to the crib, changed clothes
Ran back out, my nigga parked in a Range Rove
He telling me shit changed since yesterday
He got a hotel room and stayed an extra day (Word)
It was a drought on bae
Nothing left, it was the niggas eating trout by the lake
No crab leg, niggas was tired of eating the snake
The whole time all of this increasing my brother’s estate
Went to the crib so we could celebrate
Nigga answered the door, steel grained .38
Got a nigga frying in the kitchen, there were shooting at one another
So now niggas wanna meet about killing my brother
What
Imma get these niggas
(Naw I got ‘em bro)
Always got the special sauce for these mother fuckers
(Naw keep your sauce)
Imma kill these niggas I got it
(Aight)