Fish Scale (Bonus Track)

(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?

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

(Young Nudy & Gucci Mane)

Don't you pull back up, n!gga 'cause you a!sed 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 dickridin' n!ggas, 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)

(Gucci Mane)

Breaking news, robbed him out his shoes

Damn they took his shoes (Huh)

Nigga you a bitch, been a bitch, way from middle school (Damn)

Never been a snitch, I got raw, rob some niggas shoes (Yeah)

Certain niggas 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 niggas actin' like groupies, they be pillowtalkin'

I don't say shit, 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

(Young Nudy)

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 pussy shit, all that scary shit, 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 nigga, where I'm from

I don't switch sides like y'all, where y'all from

Y'all niggas 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 **** with Jimmy

My favorite platter is a crab leg, I eat plenty

I don't do the juicy crab shit, you boujee bitches (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 glasshouse (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