Letra de Fish Scale - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Huh, fish scale, Draco with that kick real (It got grip)

I got clientele comin' through on my cell (Yeah, yeah)

What you want, we sell

We got verses, plus some hitters get them bodies out of here

Hold on, bro be servin' gas and hard and bought that straight from off the scale (Let's go)

Let's go (Hrrt), who the fuck said that they want it with me? (Want it with me)

I'm in Atlanta, a hundred somethin' sticks on a nigga, they know not to run up on me

Spotted him, I sent a pic to that nigga to show him I'm only lettin' him breathe (Breathe)

Shot at him, I swung that stick at that nigga

The bullets, they stronger than Hercules (Ah, ah, ah)

She on Roxies, and this bitch on hard R (Wow, wow, wow)

I got Percs and Celie, X, and Xanax bars (And Xanax bar, let's go)

We got big extensions that protect my heart (They protect my heart)

Know we set like concrete, man

Rich ass nigga in a Maybach van

Hole in his head, tryna see all his brain

He gon' blatt, bah, bah if you think 'bout playin' games

Bought a cutter on my hand that we wrapped in whole things

Still got gray just like the road for to blow your nose and veins, yeah

Fish scale, Draco with that kick real (It got grip)

I got clientele (Yeah, yeah) comin' through on my cell (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

What you want, we sell

We got verses, plus some hitters get them bodies out of here (Go, go, go, go)

Hold on, bro be servin' gas and hard and bought that straight from off the scale (Brrt)

She on Roxies, and this bitch on hard R (Wow, wow, wow)

I got Percs and Celie, X, and Xanax bars (Let's go)

We got big extensions that protect my heart (Yeah, they do)

Know we set like concrete, man

Rich ass nigga in a Maybach van

I got Percs and Celie, that drink gon' kill my kidneys (What?)

I got plenty hitters, know them niggas will not get me

We got scopes on top of them poles to make sure they split him (Let's go, go)

Bro got blocks all on the road, them 'shrooms came with that shipment (Woah, woah, woah)

I got badass ratchet hoes, they got booty liftin' (Dman)

She got her a BBL, I'm out on the street with a TEC that kill

These diamonds, they glist', you see I'm is

I'm the originator, keep a Drac' like a sportsinator

Count up plenty paper (Yeah, yeah), know that glizzy be fornicatin'

Put a clock on the top of hater

Hole in his head, tryna see all his brain

He gon' blatt, bah, bah if you think 'bout playin' games (Playing games)

Bought a cutter on my hand that we wrapped in whole things (Whole things)

Still got gray just like the road for to blow your nose and veins, yeah

Fish scale, Draco with that kick real (It got grip)

I got clientele (Yeah, yeah) comin' through on my cell (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

What you want, we sell

We got verses, plus some hitters get them bodies out of here (Go, go, go, go)

Hold on, bro be servin' gas (Brrt) and hard and bought that straight from off the scale

She on Roxies, and this bitch on hard R (Wow, wow, wow)

I got Percs and Celie, X, and Xanax bars (Let's go)

We got big extensions that protect my heart (Yeah, they do)

Know we set like concrete, man

Rich ass nigga in a Maybach van (Maybach van)

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