LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeFish Scale
Fish scale, Draco with that kick real (it got grip)I got clientele comin' through on my cell (yeah, yeah)What you want, we sellWe got verses, plus some hittas get them bodies out of hereHold on, bro be servin' gas and hard and bought that straight from off the scaleLet's go, who the fuck said that they want it with me?I'm in Atlanta, a hundred some sticks on a nigga, they know not to run up on meSpotted him, I sent a pic to that nigga to show him I'm only lettin' him breathShot at him, I swung that stick at that niggaThe bullets, they stronger than HerculesShe on Roxies, and this bitch on hardI got Percs and celie, X, and Xanax barsWe got big extensions that protect my heartKnow we set like concrete, manRich ass nigga in a Maybach vanHole in his head, tryna see all his brainHe gon' blatt, bah, bah if you think 'bout playin' gamesBought a cutter on my hand that we wrapped in whole thingsStill got gray just like the roll for to blow your nose and veins (yeah)Fish scale, Draco with that kick real (it got grip)I got clientele comin' through on my cell (yeah, yeah)What you want, we sellWe got verses, plus some hittas get them bodies out of hereHold on, bro be servin' gas and hard and bought that straight from off the scaleShe on Roxies, and this bitch on hardI got Percs and celie, X, and Xanax barsWe got big extensions that protect my heartKnow we set like concrete, manRich ass nigga in a Maybach vanI got Percs and celie, that drank gon' kill my kidneysI got plenty hittas, know them niggas will not get meWe got scopes on top of them poles to make sure they split himBro got blocks all on the road, them shrooms came with that shipmentI got bad ass ratchet hoes, they got booty liftingShe got her a Bbl, I'm out on the street with a Tec that killThese diamonds, they glist', you see I'm isI'm the originator, keep a Drac' like a sportsinatorCount up plenty paper, know that glizzy be fornicatin'Put a clock on the top of haterHole in his head, tryna see all his brainHe gon' blatt, bah, bah if you think 'bout playin' gamesBought a cutter on my hand that we wrapped in whole thingsStill got gray just like the roll for to blow your nose and veins (yeah)Fish scale, Draco with that kick real (it got grip)I got clientele comin' through on my cell (yeah, yeah)What you want, we sellWe got verses, plus some hittas get them bodies out of hereHold on, bro be servin' gas and hard and bought that straight from off the scaleShe on Roxies, and this bitch on hardI got Percs and celie, X, and Xanax barsWe got big extensions, they protect my heartKnow we set like concrete, manRich ass nigga in a Maybach van
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