Fishcale Dreams

[Yo Gotti:]

Co co cocaine caine co co cocaine maestro on the beat

Yo Gotti on the mic fishscale dreams all night

N*gga this that cocaine music homie don't you confuse it

Lames gone cope it d-boys gone abuse me...

See n*gga it's a difference between a documentary in a movie

You know what I mean it's cocaine music 4.5 real life non fiction

You n*ggas characters you n*ggas actresses

You n*ggas playing in movies you n*ggas b*tches!



[Verse 1:]

Co co cocaine caine co co cocaine meastro on the beat

Yo gotti on the mic fishscale dreams all night

N*gga this that cocaine music homie don't you confuse it

Lames gone cope it d-boys gone abuse me hit the gas on my 454

Got to let my pipe breath 24 with floaters on that b*tch

Look like I'm riding easy wet paint candy now a later flava

White on white leather for the head

Ewww marshmallows lemonade in the chain twins

Cause my watch look the same ice cream cutlass seats red velvet cake

Somebody blow the candles out today my rims birthday

Wood grain gripping will I'm swerving in slabbing doors open

Yawning like they just finish napping 16 soft white like a napkin

Birdman sent them so you know they coming flapping



[Hook:]

Aye aye aye this that cocaine music homie

Don't you confuse it lames gone cope it d-boys gone abuse it

[repeat]



[Verse 2:]

Cocaine jeah I hear voices you don't hear swag taking off like like

I'm flying in a leer street n*gga cred dopeboy of the year

Cocaine music realest shit your gonna hear my rims doing jumping jacks

Tops doing sit ups man let's just say my whole car on a fitness plan

You still getting fronted you still owe the man

Let's just say your whole life been finance 30 months small payments

Can you handle pressure I get so many of the thangs

I can't afford to test ya but f*ck ya feed 'em beans

Let starve cause he the type to say that he got robbed liar

If I pull that trigger the coroner goin have to get him

His family gone have to miss him I swear to god

I ain't want to kill'em damn my brother looked me dead in my eyes

Told me never let these pussy n*ggas slide so f*ck'em



[Hook:]

Aye aye aye this that cocaine music homie

Don't you confuse it lames gone cope it d-boys gone abuse it

[repeat]



[Dj drama:]

Let's paint another scenario so you made it out the streets

You got on real quick glue then the hype was spend all that money

Ain't got nothing to show for it all you got is the memories