Young Nudy – Fish Scale Lyrics

 

Fish Scale Young Nudy Lyrics

Fish Scale Lyrics

 

Fish Scale Lyrics by Young Nudy (feat. Gucci Mane)

 

(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 dickridin’ 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 robbin’, 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 actin’ like groupies, they be pillowtalkin’
I don’t say shit, I don’t speak, just my pistol talkin’ (Baow-baow)
Keep it in the streets, if you street, how I’m really rockin’
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
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You gon’ die ’bout this money