Hodgy Beats - Larry Fisherman lyrics

[Hodgy Beats] f**in' Trippin' I'm f**in' trippin' Yep, Yep Aye, can you dim the lights? Smoke! [Hodgy Beats] [Verse 1] Sippin' beer and whiskey getting frisky hopscotch Words mistaken this place escapin' my tongue like pop rocks Went to a bar alone, in my lap the Glocks co*ked Looking for a hot bop with a boyfriend that co*k blocks (f*ggot) No service in this b**h, Good thing I'm near a hot spot Time is money, clocks flock, like a cherry I'm on top (Hahaha) You askin' me rhetoricals, knowing where all my morals go A stampede b**h you plant the seed, let the florals grow She give me oral throat, good behavior, being cordial Time is money hun, its twentys back into my portal Other words disturb and hurt me absurdly but I'm immortal Thuggish, ruggish, smoke blunts till sluggish, I'm f**in' durable Adorable, the way these samples flip, thanks to fishy man He don't give us spam, we the a kitchen clan River sand, in my bibs, I'm itchy man, Finna' hit amoeba And spent sixtey on Lionel Richie (Yep!) We all gon' die, I might just bring my baby mama with me (Yep) [Domo Genesis] [Verse 2] See, p**y n***a, what's your life like? (Huh?) ‘Cause mine's hype, eyes fixed on the limelight Should've signed twice, wrecked five mics (b**h) Finna eat like an orgy scene with five dykes Weed flight, puffin', have to ask "dog, I'm alive, right?" A live wire, spit a virus out like Limewire Break it down so I can climb higher In his prime, watch him supply fire Get a grip, I'm going nuts like Money Mike, supply pliers Ridin' high up in the Pied Piper n***a, look at how I'm pissin' on ‘em Mac throw the alley, I Blake Griffin on 'em Wolf Gang, dysfunctional family, Eddie Griffin on 'em "High" hats, moving sh**, even got Diddy on 'em b**h, I'm a monster Beat it, never leak it, my seed, I skeet in the Contra Set cause I bet I wouldn't play a decent father They'll never be a another me, bring seats to my imposters So haters back that a** up like Juvenile Get her Suboo while 'bout to do this sh** Rasputin style n***as didn't trip, gave room and I'm a nuisance now What's beef? I'll bring a meat cleaver to you stupid cows Hot headed, need some heat-seakers to shoot him down Inglewood n***a, just a product of what he grew around It's young me, Dom's gettin' what he f**in' needs Forever blessed, like bad allergies, you just a f**in' sneeze My dreams floated in the wind and grabbed some f**in' breeze The crap I spit disgusting, so these ratchets on they f**in' knees You n***as save the bullsh**, I'm a matador I'm gettin' swiss cheese overseas by the Matterhorn