Fish Scale

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[Intro 1]
[Dbm]

[Verse 1]
[Dbm]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 hittas get
them bodies out of here
Hold on, bro be servin' gas and hard
And bought that straight
from off the scale

[Verse 2]
Let's go, who [Dbm]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 me
Spotted him, I sent a pic to that nigga
To show him I'm only lettin' him breath
Shot at him,
I swung that stick at that nigga
The bullets,
they stronger than Hercules

[Verse 3]
[Dbm]She on Roxies, and this bitch on hard
I got Percs and Celie, X,
and Xanax bars
We got big extensions
that protect my heart
Know we set like concrete, man

[Verse 4]
Rich ass nigga in a Maybach van
[Dbm]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

[Verse 5]
blow your nose and veins, yeah
[Dbm]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 hittas get them bodies out of here
Hold on, bro be servin' gas and hard
And bought that straight from off the scale

[Verse 6]
She on Roxies, and this bitch on [Dbm]hard
I got Percs and Celie, X,
and Xanax bars
We got big extensions that
protect my heart
Know we set like concrete, man
Rich ass nigga in a Maybach van

[Verse 7]
[Dbm]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 ratchet hoes,
they got booty lifting
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,
know that glizzy be fornicatin'

[Verse 8]
Put a clock on the top of hater
[Dbm]Hole in his head,
tryna see all his brain
He gon' blatt, bah, bah if you think 'bout
playin' games (playin' games)
Bought a cutter on my hand that we wrapped
in whole things (whole things)
Still got gray just like the road for

[Verse 9]
to blow your nose and veins, yeah
[Dbm]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 hittas get
them bodies out of here
Hold on, bro be servin' gas and hard
And bought that straight from off the scale

[Verse 10]
She on Roxies, and this bitch on [Dbm]hard
I got Percs and Celie, X,
and Xanax bars
We got big extensions,
they protect my heart
Know we set like concrete, man

[Outro 1]
Rich ass nigga in a Maybach van
[Dbm]