Fishy by Kill_Swxtch Lyrics
[Verse 1}
Back in the lab again, writing new shit
What's up, the names Swxtch, but you already knew it
It's been 2 years since I started making hits
And now I'm getting badder fucking bitches riding on my dick
Sometimes I feel the need to lay it down straight
And sometimes I wish that Oliver Roan had a clean slate
Why the fuck you chasing men who come into school baked?
Health Class, next class, I swear to god yall some fakes
Fake titties on her Insta, fake booty on her snap
Sells her body at 15, a friendly little fact
Probably got a little kid swimming 'steady in her stomach
And she constantly considering kicking up that bucket
Pretty girl, nice face, good looks, got em staring
Always got an attitude, drama she's declaring
You've been nice to me, but I can't fucking stand you
You're chasing drug addicts while yo tiny hearts tearing
God I wish that I could help you but you're too far gone
Remember when we say death day, and talked over the phone
Now you're down to let the team run a train and give low blow
What happened to my friend who said "Dicks are gross, bro."
[Intermission]
I guess she gone, bro
Turned into a big hoe
She ain't a hoe tho
She's still my friend I guess, that's how it goes
[Verse 2]
Now I'm back to stage 1, no friends, just enemies
They heard I was a rapper now they wishing to be friends with me
Fake friends man, been saying that shit for 2 years
I guess I never realized it now it sounds so clear
The only friends that I know are the homies that stuck with me
Moses, Nauq, and that pretty boy Penny
As we all grow up, so does the fame and the fortune
The industry's apocalyptic, we the four horsemen bitch
Back in the lab again, writing new shit
What's up, the names Swxtch, but you already knew it
It's been 2 years since I started making hits
And now I'm getting badder fucking bitches riding on my dick
Sometimes I feel the need to lay it down straight
And sometimes I wish that Oliver Roan had a clean slate
Why the fuck you chasing men who come into school baked?
Health Class, next class, I swear to god yall some fakes
Fake titties on her Insta, fake booty on her snap
Sells her body at 15, a friendly little fact
Probably got a little kid swimming 'steady in her stomach
And she constantly considering kicking up that bucket
Pretty girl, nice face, good looks, got em staring
Always got an attitude, drama she's declaring
You've been nice to me, but I can't fucking stand you
You're chasing drug addicts while yo tiny hearts tearing
God I wish that I could help you but you're too far gone
Remember when we say death day, and talked over the phone
Now you're down to let the team run a train and give low blow
What happened to my friend who said "Dicks are gross, bro."
[Intermission]
I guess she gone, bro
Turned into a big hoe
She ain't a hoe tho
She's still my friend I guess, that's how it goes
[Verse 2]
Now I'm back to stage 1, no friends, just enemies
They heard I was a rapper now they wishing to be friends with me
Fake friends man, been saying that shit for 2 years
I guess I never realized it now it sounds so clear
The only friends that I know are the homies that stuck with me
Moses, Nauq, and that pretty boy Penny
As we all grow up, so does the fame and the fortune
The industry's apocalyptic, we the four horsemen bitch