Fishscale By Smokepurpp
(Oh my God, Ronny)
She gon’ wine for me because she know I got that fish scale
Peep the Louis, peep the Gucci, gotta peep the details
This cost fifty racks, lil’ baby, no, this is not retail
I don’t play no sports, lil’ ***, but I know that I cheat well
Hop in that Ghost
I burn your ass like some toast
Run in your house
I’m in all black like a crow
I got two shots so you know I’ma finish you
*** on that ho and I’m all in her genitals
VVS diamonds all over my dental
***’ on twins and them *** identical
Reach for my chain, boy, you must be rhetorical
Knock ya head off and you’ll have a memorial
VVS diamonds all over my Rollie-O
These niggas know I’m imperial
Designer dye, yeah, I’m all in Balenci’
*** the lil’ ho, I ain’t doing no kissing
All fish scale, you would think I went fishing
Play with the gang, we gon’ leave your ass missing
Big, big ***, *** look like Ibaka
One head shot send ’em straight to the doctor
Lion King ***, I ain’t playing no soccer
FL, ***, we ain’t doing no flocking
She won’t *** with me because she know I got that fish scale
I don’t need no stylist, I buy everything on resale
If he run up on me, I’ma give his ass a hot shell
Real hot shell, straight to your ass like hotmail