Yyyyyyoung Kota on the beat Chilling at the Fish House I lied I’m really pourin up lean AND ice Chilling at the Fish House I lied I’m really pourin up lean AND ice Clockin work, say Andy, what goes It’s time to make a fish fry, like whoa (LIKE WHOA) Fryer vat hangin down to my toes, Grease dripping like my fit, I got hoes!!! (GOT HOES!!!) Pull up Indy, tell me who goes WHO GOES Are you the fucking Craig’s List Hoe?? Chilling at the Fish House I lied I’m really pourin up lean AND ice Chilling at the Fish House I lied I’m really pourin up lean AND ICE Talk about the menu, let’s see Got Tartar, fish fresh outta water Chicken planks, our soda you drank Chocolate pie, gold glasses on my eyeeeees Young Kota Young Kota It’s time to leave, work done for the day Now I’ll play Mundo top, fry my BRAIIINNN Chilling at the Fish House I lied I’m really pourin up lean AND ice Chilling at the Fish House I lied I’m really pourin up lean AND ICE