YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Fish Scale lyrics

[Chorus] Fish scale, ive been snorting fish scale Fish scale, ive been snorting fish scale Fish scale, ive been snorting fish scale 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 [Verse 1] Let's go, who the fu*k said that they want it with me? I'm in Atlanta, a hundred and some sticks on a ni**a They know not to run up on me Spotted him, I sent a pic to that ni**a to show him that I'm only lettin' them breath Shot at him, I swung that stick at that ni**a The bullets they stronger then hercules [Refrain] She on roxys, and this b*tch 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 ni**a 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) [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 [Refrain] She on roxys, and this b*tch 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 ni**a in a Maybach van [Verse 2] I got percs and celie, that drank gon' kill my kidneys I got plenty hittas, know them ni**as 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 bad ass ratchet 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 [Refrain] She on roxys, and this b*tch 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 ni**a in a Maybach van