Derek Fisher Lyrics

Game A bitch Up

Dumb ass lighter

Motherfucker won't stay lit

Gas In The Motherfucking Building

When I drop this bomb the president gone try to murder me

All my bitches thick natural don't need the surgery

Overnight the package man that's a common curtesy

4 zips 112 grams that's a quarter P

Trap House Live Got it Jumping like a rolling rink

If you know where I live then you must be close to me

Game a bitch up Derek Fisher must be coaching me

Just because you see me that don't mean that you Know this me

In The Kitchen working on some cutlery

In the booth laying down some poetry

I got some niggas who went and got they law degree

I got some niggas who committed robberies

Milk Man The P's That's a fresh delivery

Tried to make some wax I learned that shit from chemistry

Hemp wraps Roll them bitches up they look like centipedes

Ian got no kids but one day I'm gone have some mini me's

I'm just bout a dollar like a motherfucking snack machine

Poke that lil hoe I bust my nut then I lose energy

Ian from New York but get up out your feelings B

Waiting on my passport to take a trip to Italy

When I drop this bomb the president gone try to murder me

All my bitches thick natural don't need the surgery

Overnight the package man that's a common curtesy

4 zips 112 grams that's a quarter P

Trap House Live Got it Jumping like a rolling rink

If you know where I live then you must be close to me

Game a bitch up Derek Fisher must be coaching me

Just because you see me that don't mean that you Know this me

When I cut my dreads off I'll get the Boosie Fade

Once I hit the gym shid I'll look like Gucci Mane

Speak my own language Call Me Gas Tank Pootie Tang

I like tall pretty hoes with big ass booties mane

Sometimes Backwoods make me feel woosie

It's Tank and WhiteBoyCellz watch some young niggas do it

I remember IG Bitches trying to treat me like a groupie

Hit a Mike Jones Now them bitches really useless

Radio don't like me they don't even play my music

I just want my bankroll like a cold ass nigga hooping

Bows of Cereal I got the fruity and the cookie

When I drink some water its either smart or the Fiji

When I drop this bomb the president gone try to murder me

All my bitches thick natural don't need the surgery

Overnight the package man that's a common curtesy

4 zips 112 grams that's a quarter P

Trap House Live Got it Jumping like a rolling rink

If you know where I live then you must be close to me

Game a bitch up Derek Fisher must be coaching me

Just because you see me that don't mean that you Know this me