Fish Rice & Grits - Skooly

Yeah, the don nigga, I call myself the don for a fuckin' reason, uh

'Cause I done lived to see all this shit nigga and I’m still standin', you dig

Okay, this that type of shit that make 'em scratch you off the list

This that type of shit that make 'em watch you with your bitch

This that type of shit that make 'em watch you while you piss

This that hood shit, I’m talking fish and rice and grits, okay

Pull up at the light, hop out, alright I’m with the shits

Got on all white, ain’t tryna fight, you might get flipped, c’mon

That three hundred shots, I’m talkin' Chrysler with the hits

Stephen Curry thirty, not that precise with the dick

Whip on eye fly, bitch I’m Einstein

Chain on sci-fi, wrist on wifi

Okay, swag on hi-fi, bitch I’m not a nice guy

Playin' with my life, you might die tonight right

I won’t spare his life but I’ll leave his nice wife

'Cause life is still a gamble, all you need is nice dice

Life is still a scandal, you won’t see the night twice

Riding through the city, you can see the nice lights

Got a bitch that like pipe and bitch that fight dykes

'Cause I’m flier than a kite, you’ll never see this sight twice

And I’m higher than a light, it’s like I’ve seen this night twice

Got your bitch in my sight, got your bitch on my side

This that type of shit that make 'em scratch you off the list

This that type of shit that make 'em watch you with your bitch

This that type of shit that make 'em watch you while you piss

This that hood shit, I’m talking fish and rice and grits, okay

This that type of shit that make 'em scratch you off the list

This that type of shit that make 'em watch you with your bitch

This that type of shit that make 'em watch you while you piss

This that hood shit, I’m talking fish and rice and grits, okay

Okay now what your life like?

what your wife like?

Is your Sprite spiked?

it go night night

Bitch I’m too high, why?

got no wifi

I’m too damn fly, this is my sky, alright

I’m too damn fly, you can’t even lie

Eating wings and rice, sipping lean and Sprite

Okay now YSL fly, Givenchy attire

Double cup with ice, I knock out my lights

Okay double C with me, I’m with Chanel, she can’t fight

Alright, double G with me, I paid 'em extra for my size

Balmain jeans, yeah they fitting quite tight

Twenty in the left side, twenty in the right side

Reach and lose an arm, watch and lose your eyesight

Bitches on me, I-Spy, get them bitches out my sight

Bracelet with the charm, I keep on some light ice

Money on me right right, talkin' loaded fight night

This that type of shit that make 'em scratch you off the list

This that type of shit that make 'em watch you with your bitch

This that type of shit that make 'em watch you while you piss

This that hood shit, I’m talking fish and rice and grits, okay

This that type of shit that make 'em scratch you off the list

This that type of shit that make 'em watch you with your bitch

This that type of shit that make 'em watch you while you piss

This that hood shit, I’m talking fish and rice and grits, okay

This that type of shit that make 'em scratch you off the list

This that type of shit that make 'em watch you with your bitch

This that type of shit that make 'em watch you while you piss

This that hood shit, I’m talking fish and rice and grits, okay