Young Nudy - Fish Scale lyrics

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Young Nudy - Fish Scale lyrics

[Intro: Young Nudy & Gucci Mane] (Mojo, that motherfu*ker crazy) Get money I tell you ni**as, ni**as can't tell me sh*t, ni**a (Nothing) How the fu*k I'ma get to a broke ni**a, ni**a? [Chorus: Young Nudy] Pyrex, pot water, nun' but fish scale Flip phone still beam, buddy 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 But I didn't know buddy home, so I gave him whip, yeah Came in my trap house, thought he'd get some glass [?] Got to his spot, bust it down, damn he passed out And we strapped up with them sticks, so don't spazz out [Verse 1: Young Nudy] Don't you pull back up, ni**a 'cause you asked out We gon' take evеrything that you got in your house Know I play that boss game, location, your wherеabouts Every move that you make, ni**a, I know where you out Real robber, don't play with me Ski mask, know it stay with me Red bandana tied around my choppa when it spray with me After I get done put on my chain like I'm Mr. T 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 ni**a b*tch with me, call her calm Said her ni**a dickridin' ni**as, he on pum-pum That ain't how we rocking baby girl, where I come from I'm straight out the 6 [Chorus: Young Nudy] Pyrex, pot water, nun' but fish scale Flip phone still beam, buddy 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 But I didn't know buddy home, so I gave him whip, yeah Came in my trap house, thought he'd get some glass [?] Got to his spot, bust it down, damn he passed out And we strapped up with them sticks, so don't spazz out [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] Breaking news, robbed him out his shoes Damn they took his shoes ni**a you a b*tch, been a b*tch, way from middle school Never been a snitch, I got raw, rob some ni**as shoes Certain ni**as that I know be robbin', I'm not scared of dude 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 ni**as actin' like groupies, they be pillowtalkin' I don't say sh*t, I don't speak, just my pistol talkin' 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 If you want beef, come and get it, I'm the supermarket Collard greens, fish, I got cheese like a farmer's market [Chorus: Young Nudy] Pyrex, pot water, nun' but fish scale Flip phone still beam, buddy 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 But I didn't know buddy home, so I gave him whip, yeah Came in my trap house, thought he'd get some glass [?] Got to his spot, bust it down, damn he passed out And we strapped up with them sticks, so don't spazz out [Verse 3: Young Nudy] Do you worry 'bout it, whip some, flex where I'm from Remember Hellcats and 'Vettes where I'm from And if you got all the respect where I'm from The hood gon' treat you like a vet where I'm from That pussy sh*t, all that scary sh*t, you can't come You disrespect the gang, don't talk to 12, cut off your tongue You get interrogated by them people, you go numb I'm still stuck on a old coat where I'm from I don't like rats, no ni**a, where I'm from I don't switch sides like y'all, where y'all from Y'all ni**as must forgot about the 6, y'all don't cross I'm still posted up in the bricks, they don't come I still ride down Glenwood and [?], I love the slums You know I like to get the seafood, I fu*k with Jimmy My favorite platter is a crab leg, I eat plenty I don't do the juicy crab sh*t, you boujee b*tches [Chorus: Young Nudy] Pyrex, pot water, nun' but fish scale Flip phone still beam, buddy 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 But I didn't know buddy home, so I gave him whip, yeah Came in my trap house, thought he'd get some glass [?] Got to his spot, bust it down, damn he passed out And we strapped up with them sticks, so don't spazz out [Outro: Young Nudy] Don't spazz out boy Don't do that, don't do that to yourself [?] You gon' die 'bout this money

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