Fish Scale Lyrics – NBA Youngboy
Fish Scale Song Lyrics
Fish Scale, Draco With That Kick Real (It Got Grip)
I Got Clientele Coming Through On My Cell
What You Want, We Sell
We Got Verses Plus Some Hittas Get Them Bodies Out Of Here
Hold On, Bro Be Serving Gas And Hard And [?] Straight From Off The Scale
Let’s Go, Who The Fuck Said That They Want It With Me?
I’m In Atlanta, A Hundred And Some Sticks On A Nigga
They Know Not To Run Up On Me
Spotted Him, I Sent A Pic To That Nigga To Show Him That I’m Only Lettin’ Them Breath
Shot At Him, I Swung That Stick At That Nigga
The Bullets They Stronger Then Hercules
She On Roxys, And This Bitch On Hard
I Got Percs And Celie, X And Xanax Bars
We Got Big Extentions That Protect My Heart
Know We Sell 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 [?] Like The Roll For To Blow Your Nose In Vain (Yeah)
Fish Scale, Draco With That Kick Real (It Got Grip)
I Got Clientele Coming Through On My Cell
What You Want, We Sell
We Got Verses Plus Some Hittas Get Them Bodies Out Of Here
Hold On, Bro Be Serving Gas And Hard And [?] Straight From Off The Scale
[Refrain]
She On Roxys, And This Bitch On Hard
I Got Percs And Celie, X And Xanax Bars
We Got Big Extentions That Protect My Heart
Know We Sell Like Concrete Man
Rich Ass Nigga In A Maybach Van
I Got Percs And Celie, That Drank Gon’ Kill My Kidneys
I Got Plenty Hittas, Know Them Niggas Will Not Get Me
We Got Scopes On Top Of Them Poles To Make Sure They Split Him
Bro Got Blocks All On The Road, Them Shrooms Came With That Shipment
I Got Badass Ratches Hoes, They Got Booty Limping
She Got Her A Bbl, I’m Out On The Street Wit A Tec That Kill
These Diamonds, They Glist, You See I’m Is
I’m The Originiator, Keep A Drac’ Like A Sportsinator
Count Up Plenty Paper, 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
Bought A Cutter On My Hand That We Wrapped In Whole Things
Still Got [?] Like The Roll For To Blow Your Nose In Vain (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Fish Scale, Draco With That Kick Real (It Got Grip)
I Got Clientele Coming Through On My Cell
What You Want, We Sell
We Got Verses Plus Some Hittas Get Them Bodies Out Of Here
Hold On, Bro Be Serving Gas And Hard And [?] Straight From Off The Scale
She On Roxys, And This Bitch On Hard
I Got Percs And Celie, X And Xanax Bars
We Got Big Extentions That Protect My Heart
Know We Sell Like Concrete Man
Rich Ass Nigga In A Maybach Van
