Lyrics Fishscale - Smokepurpp

Yeah
(Oh my God, Ronny)

She wan' wife on 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' bitch, but I know that I cheat well (Ooh)
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 two shots so you know I'ma finish you
Fuck on that ho and I'm all in her intelligence (Yeah)
VVS diamonds all over my dental
Fuckin' on twins and them bitches identical (Yeah)
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 niggas know I'm imporium
Designer down, yeah, I'm all in Balenci'
Fuck lil' ho, I ain't doin' no kissin' (No kissin')
Opp fishscale, you would think we went fishin' (Fishin')
Play with the gang, we'll leave your ass missing (Brrt)
Big, big gun, shit look like a bok, yeah
One headshot, sent straight to the doctor (Lil' bitch)
I ain't kick shit, I ain't playin' no soccer
FL, nigga, we ain't doin' no flockin'
She wan' fuck 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 (Brrt)
Straight to your ass like hot mail (Super)