Fish Scale
Young Nudy, Gucci Mane
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(Mojo, that motherfucker crazy) Get money (haan) I tell you niggas Niggas can't tell me shit, nigga (nothin') How the f*ck I'ma listen to a broke nigga, nigga? (Yo, that's crazy) Pyrex pot water, nothin' but fish scale (skrrt) 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, Slimeball got that fish scale (trap) But I didn't know buddy homes, so I gave him whip, yeah Came in my trap house, thought he'd get some glasshouse (damn) Got to his spot, busted it down, damn he passed out (huh) And we strapped up with them sticks, so don't spazz out Don't you pull back up, nigga 'cause you assed out We gon' take everything that you got in your house Know I play that box game, location, your whereabouts (huh) Every move that you make, nigga, I know when you out Real robber, don't play with me Ski mask, know it stay with me (ooh) Red bandana tied around my choppa when it spray with me (ooh, ooh, ooh) After I get done put on my chain like I'm Mr. T (what, brr) And you know I sip on that Easter pink And you know that I roll up a big tree, call it palm And I got another nigga bitch with me, call her calm Said her nigga dickridin' niggas, he on pom-poms That ain't how we rockin' baby girl, where I come from I'm straight out the 6 Pyrex pot water, nothin' but fish scale (skrrrt) Flip phone still beam, but it got that clientele Buddy just hit my phone, say he want a brick for real (he want it?) Word on the street, Slimeball got that fish scale (hold up) But I didn't know buddy homes, so I gave him whip, yeah (damn) Came in my trap house (what), thought he'd get some glasshouse Got to his spot, busted it down, damn he passed out (whoa) And we strapped up with them sticks, so don't spazz out (whoa) Breakin' news, robbed him out his shoes Damn they took his shoes (haan) Nigga you a bitch, been a bitch, way from middle school (damn) Never been a snitch, I got robbed 'round some niggas too (yeah) Certain niggas that I know be robbin', I'm not scared of dude (no) 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 pillowtalkin' I don't say shit, I don't speak, just my pistol talkin' (baow-baow) Keep it in the streets, if you street, how I'm really rockin' Torture a weak rapper 'til he talk, that's a starvin' artist (rrr) If you want beef, come and get it, I'm the supermarket (yeah) Collard greens, fish, I got cheese like a farmer's market (Wop) Pyrex pot water, nothin' but fish scale (yeah) Flip phone still beam, but it got that clientele (I'm in there) Buddy just hit my phone, say he want a brick for real (he want it?) Word on the street, Slimeball got that fish scale (hold up) But I didn't know buddy homes, so I gave him whip, yeah (damn) Came in my trap house, thought he'd get some glasshouse Got to his spot, busted it down, damn he passed out And we strapped up with them sticks, so don't spazz out Do you worry 'bout it, whip some, flex where I'm from (where I'm from) Nothin' nut Hellcats or 'Vettes where I'm from (where I'm from) And if you got all the respect where I'm from (where I'm from) The hood gon' treat you like a vet where I'm from (yeah) That pussy shit, all that scary shit, you can't come (no, nuh-uh-uh) You disrespect the gang, don't talk to 12, cut off your tongue You get interrogated by them people, you go numb (yeah) I'm still stuck on a old code where I'm from I don't like rats, no nigga, where I'm from I don't switch sides like y'all, where y'all from Y'all niggas must forgot about the 6, y'all don't come (damn) I'm still posted up in the bricks, they don't come (I am) I still ride down Glenwood and Candler, I love the slums (ooh) You know I like to get the seafood, I f*ck with Jimmy My favorite platter is a crab leg, I ate plenty I don't do the Juicy Crab shit, you boujee bitches (hahahaha) Pyrex pot water, nothin' but fish scale (yeah) Flip phone still beam, but it got that clientele (uh-huh, yeah) Buddy just hit my phone, say he want a brick for real (what else?) Word on the street, Slimeball got that fish scale (do it to 'em) But I didn't know buddy homes, so I gave him whip, yeah (do it to 'em) Came in my trap house, thought he'd get some glasshouse (okay) Got to his spot, busted it down, damn he passed out (damn) And we strapped up with them sticks, so don't spazz out Don't spazz out, boy Don't do that, don't do that to yourself Nah mean? You gon' die 'bout this money
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Written by: Jahkari Fears, Quantavious T. Thomas, Radric Davis
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