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fish fry - kuttem reese lyrics

[intro]
f*ck, like, where is richard? (like, where is richard?)
rich, like, merry christmas (ayy, merry christmas, 808 demon on this motherf*cker)
rich as f*ck, like, where is richard? (like, where is richard?)
who the f*ck? mm, ayy (b*tch)
rich as f*ck like, mm, richy rich, b*tch, what? what?
uh, rich as f*ck like—, uh, ayy, ayy (ayy, maxxx, this sh*t raw as h*ll, aw sh*t)

[chorus]
rich as f*ck, like, where is richard? (richard)
woke up rich, like, merry christmas
all these god d*mn funds, i need a hitter, i might hire a hitter
buy his ass right out after he drop that diss, i’m the highest bidder
this sh*t ain’t sweet, i’ll get him buried
fish fry funerals in hospitals
i be tryna chill, they tell me, “think”, but i be on that stupid sh*t (think)
i be waitin’ for a n*gga to diss, i don’t tweet, i pop out shooting sh*t (boom, boom, boom)
quick to come through spray some sh*t up
u*haul gang, they moving, b*tch
i dodged like a hundred bullets in a challenger, on some movie sh*t

[verse]
they said, “don’t slide, b*tch, you a star” (you a star)
hold on, wait, reverse, hit the lights and park
every time i squeeze, my rollie spark
how you signed a deal in a stolen car? (boom, boom, boom)
them stolen parts on that glock with a golden box (phew)
tell lil’ bro ‘nem pop out, blow his ass, put his ass on fox
funeral home gon’ pack and hold his ass, now his ass on rocks (sheesh)
call a—, shh, bi*polar man, get mask, switch them glocks (grrt, grrt)
i’m the type to only invest in sticks, n*gga, i don’t invest in stocks (only them sticks)
i’m the type to only just text a b*tch, then i leave ’em blocked (blocked)
my n*ggas come through shoot your sh*t and take it, so i don’t be buying glocks
they catch his ass, he gon’ pay for that diss, whether he die or not (p*ssy)
i wonder if that rap n*gga living like that for real (for real), n*gga, come find out
p*ssy lil’ b*tch talking about let’s go slide later, n*gga, let’s slide now
what you gon’ do, go down and you get caught? n*gga, i’ma bond out (haha)
pop out with that drac’, connecting cables, shot them blinds out (skrrt)
[chorus]
rich as f*ck, like, where is richard? (richard)
woke up rich, like, merry christmas
all these god d*mn funds, i need a hitter, i might hire a hitter
buy his ass right out after he drop that diss, i’m the highest bidder
this sh*t ain’t sweet, i’ll get him buried
fish fry funerals in hospitals
i be tryna chill, they tell me, “think”, but i be on that stupid sh*t (think)
i be waitin’ for a n*gga to diss, i don’t tweet, i pop out shooting sh*t (boom, boom, boom)
quick to come through spray some sh*t up
u*haul gang, they moving, b*tch
i dodged like a hundred bullets in a challenger, on some movie sh*t

[outro]
i wonder if that rap n*gga living like that for real, n*gga, come find out
p*ssy lil’ b*tch talking about let’s go slide later, n*gga, let’s slide now
what you gon’ do, go down and you get caught? n*gga, i’ma bond out
pop out with that drac’, connecting cables, shot them blinds out

- kuttem reese lyrics

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