Fish Scale (Bonus Track)
(专辑: Rich Shooter - 2021)
(Mojo, that motherfucker crazy) Get money I
tell you niggas, niggas can't tell me shit, nigga (Nothing) How the
fuck I'ma listen to a
broke nigga, nigga? Pyrex, pot water, nun' 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 home, so I
gave him whip, yeah Came in my trap house, thought he'd get some glasshouse (Damn) Got to his spot, bust 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 boss game, location, your whereabouts (Huh) Every move that you make, nigga, I
know where 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 dickriding niggas, he on pom-poms That ain't how we rocking baby girl, where I
come from I'm straight out the 6
Pyrex, pot water, nun' 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 (Hollup) But I
didn't know buddy home, so I
gave him whip, yeah (Damn) Came in my trap house (What), thought he'd get some glasshouse Got to his spot, bust it down, damn he passed out (Whoa) And we strapped up with them sticks, so don't spazz out (Whoa) Breaking news, robbed him out his shoes Damn they took his shoes (Huh) Nigga you a
bitch, been a
bitch, way from middle school (Damn) Never been a
snitch, I
got raw, rob some niggas shoes (Yeah) Certain niggas that I
know be robbing, 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 acting like groupies, they be pillowtalking I
don't say shit, I
don't speak, just my pistol talking (Baow-baow) Keep it in the
streets, if you street, how I'm really rocking Torture a
weak rapper 'til he talk, that's a
starving 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, nun' 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 (Huh) But I
didn't know buddy home, so I
gave him whip, yeah (Damn) Came in my trap house, thought he'd get some glasshouse Got to his spot, bust 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) Remember Hellcats and '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, nu-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 coat 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 cross (Damn) I'm still posted up in the
bricks, they don't come (They don't) I
still ride down Glenwood and Candler, I
love the
slums (Ooh) You know I
like to get the
seafood, I
fuck with Jimmy My favorite platter is a
crab leg, I
eat plenty I
don't do the
juicy crab shit, you boujee bitches (Hahahaha) Pyrex, pot water, nun' 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 home, so I
gave him whip, yeah (Do it to 'em) Came in my trap house, thought he'd get some glass [?] (Okay) Got to his spot, bust 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 [?] You gon' die 'bout this money