Fishcale Dreams Lyrics

[Yo Gotti:]
Co co cocaine caine co co cocaine maestro on the beat
Yo Gotti on the mic fishscale dreams all night
N*gga this that cocaine music homie don't you confuse it
Lames gone cope it d-boys gone abuse me...
See n*gga it's a difference between a documentary in a movie
You know what I mean it's cocaine music 4.5 real life non fiction
You n*ggas characters you n*ggas actresses
You n*ggas playing in movies you n*ggas b*tches!

[Verse 1:]
Co co cocaine caine co co cocaine meastro on the beat
Yo gotti on the mic fishscale dreams all night
N*gga this that cocaine music homie don't you confuse it
Lames gone cope it d-boys gone abuse me hit the gas on my 454
Got to let my pipe breath 24 with floaters on that b*tch
Look like I'm riding easy wet paint candy now a later flava
White on white leather for the head
Ewww marshmallows lemonade in the chain twins
Cause my watch look the same ice cream cutlass seats red velvet cake
Somebody blow the candles out today my rims birthday
Wood grain gripping will I'm swerving in slabbing doors open
Yawning like they just finish napping 16 soft white like a napkin
Birdman sent them so you know they coming flapping

[Hook:]
Aye aye aye this that cocaine music homie Yo Gotti - Fishcale Dreams - http://motolyrics.com/yo-gotti/fishcale-dreams-lyrics.html
Don't you confuse it lames gone cope it d-boys gone abuse it
[repeat]

[Verse 2:]
Cocaine jeah I hear voices you don't hear swag taking off like like
I'm flying in a leer street n*gga cred dopeboy of the year
Cocaine music realest shit your gonna hear my rims doing jumping jacks
Tops doing sit ups man let's just say my whole car on a fitness plan
You still getting fronted you still owe the man
Let's just say your whole life been finance 30 months small payments
Can you handle pressure I get so many of the thangs
I can't afford to test ya but f*ck ya feed 'em beans
Let starve cause he the type to say that he got robbed liar
If I pull that trigger the coroner goin have to get him
His family gone have to miss him I swear to god
I ain't want to kill'em damn my brother looked me dead in my eyes
Told me never let these pussy n*ggas slide so f*ck'em

[Hook:]
Aye aye aye this that cocaine music homie
Don't you confuse it lames gone cope it d-boys gone abuse it
[repeat]

[Dj drama:]
Let's paint another scenario so you made it out the streets
You got on real quick glue then the hype was spend all that money
Ain't got nothing to show for it all you got is the memories