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letra de fish scale - young nudy

[intro: young nudy & gucci mane]
(mojo, that motherf-cker crazy)
get money
i tell you n-ggas, n-ggas can’t tell me sh-t, n-gga (nothing)
how the f-ck i’ma listen to a broke n-gga, n-gga?

[chorus: young nudy & gucci mane]
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 (d-mn)
got to his spot, bust it down, d-mn he passed out (huh)
and we strapped up with them sticks, so don’t spazz out

[verse 1: young nudy & gucci mane]
don’t you pull back up, n-gga ’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, n-gga, i know where you out
real robber, don’t play with me
ski mask, know it stay with me (ooh)
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 n-gga b-tch with me, call her calm
said her n-gga d-ckridin’ n-ggas, he on pom-poms
that ain’t how we rocking baby girl, where i come from
i’m straight out the 6
[chorus: young nudy & gucci mane]
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 (d-mn)
came in my trap house (what), thought he’d get some glasshouse
got to his spot, bust it down, d-mn he passed out (whoa)
and we strapped up with them sticks, so don’t spazz out (whoa)

[verse 2: gucci mane]
breaking news, robbed him out his shoes
d-mn, they took his shoes (huh)
n-gga you a b-tch, been a b-tch, way from middle school (d-mn)
never been a snitch, i got raw, rob some n-ggas shoes (yeah)
certain n-ggas 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 n-ggas actin’ like groupies, they be pillowtalkin’
i don’t say sh-t, 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)

[chorus: young nudy]
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 (d-mn)
came in my trap house, thought he’d get some glasshouse
got to his spot, bust it down, d-mn 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 (where i’m from)
remember h-llcats 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 p-ssy sh-t, all that scary sh-t, 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 n-gga, where i’m from
i don’t switch sides like y’all, where y’all from
y’all n-ggas must forgot about the 6, y’all don’t come (d-mn)
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 (ooh)
you know i like to get the seafood, i f-ck with jimmy
my favorite platter is a crab leg, i ate plenty
i don’t do that juicy crab sh-t, you bougie b-tches (hahahaha)

[chorus: young nudy]
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, d-mn he passed out (d-mn)
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
feel me?
you gon’ die ’bout this money

- young nudy

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