pong cheeto - rapala lyrics
verse 1:
perchin’ on my lambo got my hook up in that pond
lurching through these waters and the waders stayin’ on
reelin’ fish in like its nothin’, i could catch em with my hand
i’m dripping, fly fishing, wearing yeezys in the sand
stillwater, still stuntin, man i do this all the time
if we ain’t talkin’ fishin’, hang the f-ck up off my line
got three fishes on my plate, never, not, not eatin’
young n-gg- took the bait, gotta case that needs some beatin’
them n-gg-s they all hate, they committing mad treason
huggin’ trees, f-cking dirt, lovin’ nature is the reason
took a bite, that’s a bone, yelpin’ like the mobile app
leave a one star review, shut ‘em down, that’s a wrap
bridge:
rapala, rapala, rapala, rapala
rapala, rapala, rapala
if i hit a powerball
catch me inside the mall
shoppin’ for bait and tackle
can’t shackle me, tackle me
look at me, rattle me
present me with none of that blasphemy
but listen now closely
i f-ck wit no tea
deceased and driftin’ to deep sea
chorus:
my flow form tidal waves, our bars are so tectonic
pull up, gold dinghy, bad b-tches, hop on it
seafood barbecue, fish fillets on my tong
got that heat, like them staten island n-gg-s at p.o.n.g
matchin fishing vests
with the bobbers on their chest
rap game feelin blessed
you be knowin’ all the rest
drop the line, reel in slack
hit rewind, run it back
sun tan lotion on my back
psychedelic shark attack
verse 2:
you all plastic like my lures
make sure you lock all your doors
we be castin’ at our tours
feel the breeze up in our pores
soaring through the air with my eight foot fishing pole
don’t need a pilot’s license when these tackle boxes roll
wave check
get your hands on deck
spf 0, you got sunburn on your neck
reel this fish in slowly and bring it to its grave
bird sh-t on my boat lookin like an 80’s rave
sh-t my boats sinkin’, now crashin’ in a cave
drownin’ in high tide there’s still one thing that i crave
smokin’ weed, blackin’ out, but angling is still my fave
fishin’ with my boys at my personal enclave
bridge:
rapala, rapala, rapala, rapala
rapala, rapala, rapala
if i hit a powerball
catch me inside the mall
shoppin’ for bait and tackle
can’t shackle me, tackle me
look at me, rattle me
present me with none of that blasphemy
but listen now closely
i f-ck wit no tea
deceased and driftin’ to deep sea
chorus:
my flow form tidal waves, our bars are so tectonic
pull up, gold dinghy, bad b-tches, hop on it
seafood barbecue, fish fillets on my tong
got that heat, like them staten island n-gg-s at p.o.n.g
matchin fishing vests
with the bobbers on their chest
rap game feelin blessed
you be knowin’ all the rest
drop the line, reel in slack
hit rewind, run it back
sun tan lotion on my back
psychedelic shark attack
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