Fishcale Dreams - Yo Gotti

Co co cocaine caine co co cocaine

Meastro on the beat Yo Gotti on the mic fishscale dreams all night

Nigga this that cocaine music homie don’t you confuse it

Lames gone cop it d-boys gone abuse it

See nigga 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 niggas characters you

niggas actresses you niggas playing in movies you niggas bitches!

Co co cocaine caine co co cocaine

Meastro on the beat Yo Gotti on the mic

Fishscale dreams all night nigga this that cocaine music homie don’t you

confuse it

Lames gone cop it d-boys gone abuse it

Hit the gas on my 454 got to let my pipe breath

Twenty-four with floaters on that bitch look like I’m riding easy

Wet paint candy now and later flavor

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 while I’m swerving in slabbing doors open yawning like they

just finish napping

Sixteen soft white like a napkin Birdman sent them so you know they coming

flapping

This that cocaine music homie don’t you confuse it

Lames gone cop it d-boys gone abuse it

Cocaine music homie don’t you confuse it

Lames gone cop it d-boys gone abuse it

Cocaine jeah I hear voices you don’t hear

Swag taking off like like I’m flying in a leer

Street nigga 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 things I can’t afford to test

Yea but fuck ya feed them beans let starve

Cause he the type to say that he got robbed, liar

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

His family gone have to miss him I swear to god I ain’t want to kill them damn

My brother looked me dead in my eyes

Told me never let these pussy niggas slide so fuck them

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