Fishscale lyrics
by Trippie Redd
[Intro]
Yeah
(Oh my God, Ronny)
[Chorus]
She gon' ride for me because she know I got that fishscale (Ooh)
Peep the Louis, peep the Gucci, gotta peep the details (Yeah)
This cost fifty racks, lil' baby, no, this is not retail (Racks)
I don't play no sports, lil' b*tch, but I know that I cheat well (Ooh)
[Verse]
Yeah, hop in that Ghost (Skrrt), uh
I burn your ass like some toast (Skrrt-skrrt)
Run in your house (Brrt)
I'm in all black like a crow (Brrt-brrt)
I got ten shots so you know I'ma finish you
f*ckin' that ho and I'm all in her genitals
VVS diamonds all over my den-i-tal
f*ckin' on twins and them b*tches identical
Reach for my chain, boy, you must be rhetorical
Knock your head off and you have a memorial
VVS diamonds all over my Rollie-o
These n*ggas know I'm impor-io
Designer don, yeah, I'm all in Balenci'
f*cked the lil' ho, I doing no kisses
All Fishscale, you would think I went fishin'
Play with the gang, we'll leave your ass missing
Big, big gun, sh*t look like Ibaka
One headshot send him straight to the doctor (Lil Purpp)
I ain't kicking sh*t, I ain't playin' no soccer
FL, n*gga, we ain't doin' no flockin'
[Chorus]
She wan' f*ck with me because she know I got that fishscale
I don't need no stylist, I buy everything, don't resale (Yeah)
If he run up on me, I'ma give his ass a hot shell (Brrt)
Yeah, real hot shell, straight to your ass like hotmail (Lil Purpp)