FishScale

Fish Scale (Explicit) - Youngboy Never Broke Again

Lyrics by：Jason Goldberg/Kentrell Gaulden/Mathias Daniel Liyew/Othello Houston

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 f**k said that they want it with me

I'm in Atlanta a hundred some sticks on a n***a

They know not to run up on me

Spotted him I sent a pic to that n***a to show him

I'm only lettin' him breathe

Shot at him I swung that stick at that n***a

The bullets they stronger than Hercules

She on Roxies and this b***h 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 a*s n***a 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

She on Roxies and this b***h 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 a*s n***a in a Maybach van

I got Percs and celie that drank gon' kill my kidneys

I got plenty hittas know them n***as 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 bad a*s ratchet h*es 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