Fish & Chips Lyrics – Young Nudy
Yeah
I’m from the Eastside, right?
You know, we ain’t have no handouts (Uh-huh)
We ain’t have no big homies (Ah, yeah)
We ain’t come from no really low, low drug dealin’ communities
We come from, you know, *** slangin’, gangbangin’ (COUPE)
You feel what I’m sayin’?
That’s how you get it, ***, 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, ***)
If you on the Eastside then you really know what the *** goin’ on
Damn
I heard these niggas mad ’round the ***’ city
(I heard these niggas mad ’round the ***’ city) For what? I made it
Damn (I’m tellin’ y’all)
Niggas mad ’cause we didn’t have to sit in the trap (Sit in the trap)
I made five million, *** ***, just off rap (Just off rap)
I heard a *** *** mad ’cause he rap and he trap (Rap and he trap)
I remember all the times, ***, 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 *** up and disappear *** like magic (Magic)
Drop *** on niggas’ heads, shooter go super savage (Savage)
Cliqued up with some *** niggas, now they mad ’cause we have it (Yeah, we have it)
Damn, that *** got slumped, did her wrong, he in traffic (Damn)
I sent my shooter, man, my shooter get dirty and nasty (Yessir)
My main shooter, rich shooter, damn, that *** have it (They have it)
They mad ’cause we come from the Eastside, ain’t no trappin’, just blastin’ (Yessir)
These niggas trappin’ off the porch, gangbangin’ and crashin’ (What’s brackin’?)
We didn’t have no big homie to do no mothafuckin’ handlin’ (Uh-uh)
We had to get it on our own, do you *** understand it? (Uh-huh)
If any *** started trappin’, he would rap before it happened (Yessir)
This *** get poppin’ on the Eastside, they’ll do you real nasty (Do you real nasty)
First they’ll catch a *** slippin’, leave a *** in the past (Damn)
These niggas runnin’ ’round with switches, they’ll shoot you real fast (Yessir)
I love the city, don’t *** up, they let me slide and get a bag (Damn)
I walk around with nothin’ but robbers and some trappers (Trappers)
All the trappers got their pack from ***’ with the robbers (The robbers, yeah)
And we work together gettin’ money, not a problem (Nah)
Everybody got to eat, ***, ain’t nobody go starvin’ (Nah)
Why you tryna creep, lil’ ***? (Hol’ on) No, you not no robber (Not no robber)
All the internet gangsta *** need to stop (Stop ’em)
All that “Mask out” ***, that’s how niggas pop ya (Pop ya)
I call niggas *** 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 ***-ass while I’m rappin’, ***, 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 bangin’ blood (Blatt)
Got out the streets, I got out the mud (Yessir, blatt)
*** don’t understand when you bangin’ blood (Uh-huh, ***)
Gotta use your hands when you bangin’ blood (Yo)
I get hands-on with niggas, put ’em in the mud (Uh-huh)
Damn, that *** got slumped, did her wrong, he in traffic (Damn)
I sent my shooter, man, my shooter get dirty and nasty (Yessir)
My main shooter, rich shooter, damn, that *** have it (They have it)
They mad ’cause we come from the Eastside, ain’t no trappin’, just blastin’ (Yessir)
These niggas trappin’ off the porch, gangbangin’ and crashin’ (What’s brackin’?)
We didn’t have no big homie to do no mothafuckin’ handlin’ (Uh-uh)
We had to get it on our own, do you *** understand it? (Uh-huh)
If any *** started trappin’, he would rap before it happened (Yessir)