Fish Scale
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โฑ๏ธ 4:22 duration
๐ ID: 21557567
๐ Lyrics
Get money
I'll tell you niggas
Nigga can't tell me shit, nigga
Nothing
How the fuck would I listen- ...
To a broke nigga, nigga?
Hot red pot, water nothin' but fish scale
Flip phone still beam, but it got that clientele
Buddy just hit my phone, say he want a brick for real
Word on the street, slime bal got that fish scale
But I didn't know buddy home, so I gave him whip, yeah
Came in my trap house, thought he gettin' some glasshouse
Got to his spot, bust it down, there he passed out
And we strapped up with them sticks, so don't spazz out
Don't you pull back up, nigga, 'cause you assed out
We gonna take everything that you got in your house
Know I play that boss game, location, your whereabouts
Every move that you make, nigga, I know where you out
Little robber don't play with me
Ski mask, know it stay with me
Red bandana tied around my chopper when it spray with me
After I get done, put on my chain like I'm Mr
T
What?
Nigga know I sip on that Easter pink
You know I roll up a big tree, call it palm
And I got another nigga bitch with me, call her calm
Say her nigga dick ridin' niggas, he on pom-pom
That ain't how we rockin', baby girl, where I come from
I'm straight out the 6
Hot red pot, water nothin' but fish scale
Flip phone still beam, but it got that clientele
Buddy just hit my phone, say he want a brick for real
Word on the street, slime bal got that fish scale
But I didn't know buddy home, so I gave him whip, yeah
Came in my trap house, thought he gettin' some glasshouse
Got to his spot, bust it down, there he passed out
And we scrapped up with them sticks, so don't spazz out
Breaking news, rob them out his shoes
Damn, they took his shoes?
Nigga, you a bitch
Been a bitch way from middle school
Never been a snitch
I got robbed, rob some niggas too
Certain niggas that I know be robbin', I'm not scared of dude
I'ma turn your block to Swiss cheese
You ain't really mean
I don't point no guns at no phone
I don't make no scene
Rap niggas actin' like groupies, they be pillow talkin'
I don't say shit, I don't speak, that's my pistol talkin'
Keep it in the street if you street, how I'm really rockin'
Torture weak rapper till he talk, that's a starving artist
If you want beef, come and get it, I'm the supermarket
Collard greens, fish, I got cheese like the farmer's market
Hot red pot, water nothin' but fish scale
Flip phone still beam, but it got that clientele
Buddy just hit my phone, say he want a brick for real
Word on the street, slime bal got that fish scale
But I didn't know buddy home, so I gave him whip, yeah
Came in my trap house, thought he gettin' some glasshouse
Got to his spot, bust it down, there he passed out
And we scrapped up with them sticks, so don't spazz out
Do you hear me?
Everybody want some flex where I'm from
No more Hellcats or 'Vettes where I'm from
And if you got all the respect where I'm from
The hood gonna treat you like a vet where I'm from
That pussy shit, all that scary shit, you can't come
You disrespect the gang, don't talk to 12, cut off your tongue
You get interrogated by them people, you go numb
I'm still stuck on the old code where I'm from
I don't like rats, no, nigga, where I'm from
I don't switch side like y'all
Where y'all from?
Y'all niggas must forgot about that 6, y'all don't come
I'm still posted up in the bricks, they don't come
I still ride down Glenwood and Candler, I love the slums
You know where I like to get that seafood, I fuck with Jimmy
My favorite platter is a crab leg, I ate plenty
I don't do that Juicy Crab shit, you bougie bitches
Hot red pot, water nothin' but fish scale
Flip phone still beam, but it got that clientele
Buddy just hit my phone, say he want a brick for real
Word on the street, slime bal got that fish scale
But I didn't know buddy home, so I gave him whip, yeah
Came in my trap house, thought he gettin' some glasshouse
Got to his spot, bust it down, there he passed out
And we scrapped up with them sticks, so don't spazz out
Don't spazz out, boy, don't do that
Don't do that to yourself
Okay?
I'll tell you niggas
Nigga can't tell me shit, nigga
Nothing
How the fuck would I listen- ...
To a broke nigga, nigga?
Hot red pot, water nothin' but fish scale
Flip phone still beam, but it got that clientele
Buddy just hit my phone, say he want a brick for real
Word on the street, slime bal got that fish scale
But I didn't know buddy home, so I gave him whip, yeah
Came in my trap house, thought he gettin' some glasshouse
Got to his spot, bust it down, there he passed out
And we strapped up with them sticks, so don't spazz out
Don't you pull back up, nigga, 'cause you assed out
We gonna take everything that you got in your house
Know I play that boss game, location, your whereabouts
Every move that you make, nigga, I know where you out
Little robber don't play with me
Ski mask, know it stay with me
Red bandana tied around my chopper when it spray with me
After I get done, put on my chain like I'm Mr
T
What?
Nigga know I sip on that Easter pink
You know I roll up a big tree, call it palm
And I got another nigga bitch with me, call her calm
Say her nigga dick ridin' niggas, he on pom-pom
That ain't how we rockin', baby girl, where I come from
I'm straight out the 6
Hot red pot, water nothin' but fish scale
Flip phone still beam, but it got that clientele
Buddy just hit my phone, say he want a brick for real
Word on the street, slime bal got that fish scale
But I didn't know buddy home, so I gave him whip, yeah
Came in my trap house, thought he gettin' some glasshouse
Got to his spot, bust it down, there he passed out
And we scrapped up with them sticks, so don't spazz out
Breaking news, rob them out his shoes
Damn, they took his shoes?
Nigga, you a bitch
Been a bitch way from middle school
Never been a snitch
I got robbed, rob some niggas too
Certain niggas that I know be robbin', I'm not scared of dude
I'ma turn your block to Swiss cheese
You ain't really mean
I don't point no guns at no phone
I don't make no scene
Rap niggas actin' like groupies, they be pillow talkin'
I don't say shit, I don't speak, that's my pistol talkin'
Keep it in the street if you street, how I'm really rockin'
Torture weak rapper till he talk, that's a starving artist
If you want beef, come and get it, I'm the supermarket
Collard greens, fish, I got cheese like the farmer's market
Hot red pot, water nothin' but fish scale
Flip phone still beam, but it got that clientele
Buddy just hit my phone, say he want a brick for real
Word on the street, slime bal got that fish scale
But I didn't know buddy home, so I gave him whip, yeah
Came in my trap house, thought he gettin' some glasshouse
Got to his spot, bust it down, there he passed out
And we scrapped up with them sticks, so don't spazz out
Do you hear me?
Everybody want some flex where I'm from
No more Hellcats or 'Vettes where I'm from
And if you got all the respect where I'm from
The hood gonna treat you like a vet where I'm from
That pussy shit, all that scary shit, you can't come
You disrespect the gang, don't talk to 12, cut off your tongue
You get interrogated by them people, you go numb
I'm still stuck on the old code where I'm from
I don't like rats, no, nigga, where I'm from
I don't switch side like y'all
Where y'all from?
Y'all niggas must forgot about that 6, y'all don't come
I'm still posted up in the bricks, they don't come
I still ride down Glenwood and Candler, I love the slums
You know where I like to get that seafood, I fuck with Jimmy
My favorite platter is a crab leg, I ate plenty
I don't do that Juicy Crab shit, you bougie bitches
Hot red pot, water nothin' but fish scale
Flip phone still beam, but it got that clientele
Buddy just hit my phone, say he want a brick for real
Word on the street, slime bal got that fish scale
But I didn't know buddy home, so I gave him whip, yeah
Came in my trap house, thought he gettin' some glasshouse
Got to his spot, bust it down, there he passed out
And we scrapped up with them sticks, so don't spazz out
Don't spazz out, boy, don't do that
Don't do that to yourself
Okay?