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Young Nudy

Fish & Chips

 

Fish & Chips

(album: Gumbo - 2023)


Yeah
I'm from the Eastside, right?
You know, we ain't have no handouts (Uh-huh)
We ain't have no big homie (Ah, yeah)
We ain't come from no really low, low drug dealing communities
We come from, you know, gun slanging, gangbanging (Ciupe)
You feel what I'm sayin'?
That's how you get it, nigga, rob, and they gon' take some money
You know what I'm sayin'? It's a few niggas that trap
We salute the ones who trap, you feel me?
Shoutout to the niggas that trap (If you gonna hate, be a hater, nigga)
If you on the Eastside then you really know what the fuck going on
Damn
I heard these niggas mad 'round the fucking city
(I heard these niggas mad 'round the fucking city) For what? I made it
Damn (I'm telling y'all)

Niggas mad 'cause we didn't have to sit in the trap (Sit in the trap)
I made five million, pussy nigga, just off rap (Just off rap)
I heard a pussy nigga mad 'cause he rap and he trap (Rap and he trap)
I remember all the times, shit, I had to rap and go trap (Rap and he trap)
I had to wrap up my strap, had to turn 'em to a napkin (Yeah)
Fold a nigga up and disappear shit like magic (Magic)
Drop shit on niggas' heads, shooter go super savage (Savage)
Cliqued up with some pussy niggas, now they mad 'cause we have it (Yeah, we have it)

Damn, that bitch got slumped, did haram, he in traffic (Damn)
I sent my shooter, man, my shooter get dirty and nasty (Yessir)
My main shooter, rich shooter, damn, that nigga have it (They have it)
They mad 'cause we come from the Eastside, ain't no trapping, just blasting (Yessir)
These niggas trapping off the porch, gangbanging and crashing (What's brackin'?)
We didn't have no big homie to do no mothafucking handling (Uh-uh)
We had to get it on our own, do you bitches understand it? (Uh-huh)
If any nigga started trapping, he would rap before it happened (Yessir)

This shit get popping on the Eastside, they'll do you real nasty (Do you real nasty)
First they'll catch a nigga slipping, leave a bitch in the past (Damn)
These niggas running 'round with switches, they'll shoot you real fast (Yessir)
I love the city, don't fuck up, they let me slide and get up outta (Damn)
I walk around with number of robbers and some trappers (Trappers)
All the trappers got their pack from fucking with the robbers (The robbers, yeah)
And we work together getting money, not a problem (Nah)
Everybody got to eat, nigga, ain't nobody go starving (Nah)
Why you tryna creep, lil' nigga? (Hol' on) No, you not no robber (Not no robber)
All the internet gangsta shit need to stop (Stop 'em)
All that "Mask out" shit, that's how niggas pop 'em (Pop ya)
I call niggas bitches in they face, it wasn't no problem (Uh-uh)
And I make they homie go away, it wasn't no problem (No problem)
And I smoke his bitch-ass while I'm rapping, bitch, no problem (No problem)
Tell them folk to catch up with this smoke or we gon' solve 'em (Gon' solve 'em)
All I see is red, and like a sign, I'ma stop 'em (Yessir)
And I'm banging blood (Blatt)
Got out the streets, I got out the mud (Yessir, blatt)
Nigga don't understand when you banging blood (Uh-huh, murder)
Gotta use your hands when you banging blood (Yo)
I get hands on with niggas, put 'em in the mud (Uh-huh)

Damn, that bitch got slumped, did haram, he in traffic (Damn)
I sent my shooter, man, my shooter get dirty and nasty (Yessir)
My main shooter, rich shooter, damn, that nigga have it (They have it)
They mad 'cause we come from the Eastside, ain't no trapping, just blasting (Yessir)
These niggas trapping off the porch, gangbanging and crashing (What's brackin'?)
We didn't have no big homie to do no mothafucking handling (Uh-uh)
We had to get it on our own, do you bitches understand it? (Uh-huh)
If any nigga started trapping, he would rap before it happened (Yessir)

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