Fish Scale (feat. Sett) - BiC Fizzle

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 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' 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

Yeah Feel me Paper outta business or no business (let the band play) It's like Tue- I don't know what the fuck day is But look, I'ma tell you about this Sunday though, feel me This shit like everyday to me, you feel But this one Sunday it was like It started Sunday morning, I woke up with a fit (mad as hell) Grandma gone to church, and my papa gone fishing (they cool) I wash my face, brush my teeth and I rolled up a spliff My whore so BO, call my phone, all in this shit (damn) So I hung up in her face, grabbed my strap, walked out the door (I'm gone) IPhone currently ringing, man I got too many hoes I went and checked the mail and then went back and locked the door (locked it) Grey hopped out the Uber like, "Let's pull up on the low" Jump up in that van, signs down the e-way, goin' 150 I'm with Glizzy, smoking Backwoods Hoping the folks don't come and get me That lil' boy she smoke the Vic, we thought we headed to East Memphis (East) Kaiser Casa he just left the gun, still bought a brand new .50 He got bags, Santa Claus, big old racks, no tennis balls Hit my flip phone, be in the car, we at the store on many hauls No Circle K, but we straight, dropped my 10k out to play Tell my why I just took it back so that's a twenty on half a day Pull round the corner in the trap and go see D Lo All hustle, no luck and free Trillstar, man that's my 'migo (Trillstar) Lil' fool turn me up, brought out the straps, he come like G.I. Joe Leo, that's my twin, play with it cool, on the set he blow Next stop is the North, where the opps at They say don't make no stops at, fuck 'em Pound 'pon it, bitch I'm good in every project Wack out my lil' nigga, melter have my dog Forever screaming, "Free trap", bitch we dust that hoe Just hit midnight, so I'm headed to my neighborhood Count up 30k and that's today, man I'm feeling good (money) Ay, 'cause these three hoes on the way (three hoes) These "E" pills got me rolling plus I just had a great day Woke up late, but I'm feeling great, late night 30k, on a Sunday Grandma she at church, it's me and Crape I'm from Memphis, this just how we living Where we show no pity, niggas killing, I saw my niggas dealing Welcome to my city, paper route business