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Fish Scale
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Gucci Mane
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(Mojo, that motherf**ker crazy) Get money I tell you n***as, n***as can't tell me sh*t, n***a (Nothing) How the f**k I'ma listen to a broke n***a, n***a? Pyrex, pot water, nun' 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, n***a '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***a, 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***a b*t*h with me, call her calm Said her n***a d**kridin' n***as, 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) n***a you a b*t*h, been a b*t*h, way from middle school (Damn) Never been a snitch, I got raw, rob some n***as shoes (Yeah) Certain n***as 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***as 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) 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 pu**y 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***a, where I'm from I don't switch sides like y'all, where y'all from Y'all n***as must forgot about the 6, y'all don't cross (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 (Ooh) You know I like to get the seafood, I f**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*t*hes (Hahahaha) Pyrex, pot water, nun' 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 glass [?] (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 You gon' die 'bout this money
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