Young Nudy - Fish Scale lyrics

(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, nothin' 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 еverything that you
Got in your house
Know I play that boss game, location
Your whеreabouts (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 (O oh)
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 come (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 (O oh)
You know I like to get the seafood
I fuck with Jimmy
My favorite platter is a crab leg
I ate plenty
I don't do that Juicy Crab shit
You bougie bitches (Ha ha haha)

Pyrex, pot water, nothin' 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 glasshouse (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
Feel me? You gon' die 'bout this money