[Verse 1: Grieves]
Look I don’t even really know shit
Went up on the internet it told me I’m rich
Me and your
Go ahead and read my lips
Shit Ima go Ima go Ima go fishin
Stop I don’t even like this shit
Rather be home with my wife and shit
Man you play too much
You say too much
You Actin like this whole sitch are you up
Stupid I don’t take bets off hunches
Talk shit walk away lunch-less
Learned to bite down
Lock jaw
Eat punches
Got a new flex 6 pack no crunches
Talk about Hmmmm
This one got that sauce
Dick game strong like ox
Leave em all dead like lost Big foot
They could never Fit in my Fit in my socks
Bitch, kick rocks

[Chorus]
Gone fishin, Old man shit All wisdom
Got it all down to system
Relin in big ones I’m not the one!
Gone fishing, Fuck around and catch these mittens
What you want a kiss goodbye?
Got a whole lotta fish to fry
Check it out now

[Verse 2: Prof]
Ahhhhahhaha shit
Y'all know what time it is
Rich man, where the commas is?
Where the condoms is?
Where menages is, yeah
Compact discs cd sales
Made a whole lot of profit off of cd sales
Back slap a hater, see these nails
Stop. Shake the BBL’s
Drop down and get your eagle on, bro
Just activated demon time mode
Just went fishing with white christians, who like pissing
I had night vision
They ain't even see me there fishing with em
You know what I'm saying?
There's some joking in my pimpin'
Something soaking in the kitchen
Don't go missing
Motherfuckers going fishing
[Chorus]
Gone fishin, Old man shit All wisdom
Got it all down to system
Relin in big ones I’m not the one!

Gone fishing, Fuck around and catch these mittens
What you want a kiss goodbye?
Got a whole lotta fish to fry
Check it out now