YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Fish Scale lyrics

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

Let's go
Who 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 breathe
Shot at him, I swung that stick at that nigga
The bullets, they stronger than Hercules
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
Rich ass nigga 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 gray just like the road for
To blow your nose and veins, yeah!

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

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
Rich ass nigga in a Maybach van

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 bad ass 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 I'm Schwarzenegger
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 gray just like the road for
To blow your nose and veins, yeah!

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

She on Roxies, and this bitch on hard
I got Percs and celie, X, and Xanax bars
We got big extensions, they protect my heart
Know we set like concrete, man
Rich ass nigga in a Maybach van