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 fuck said that they want it with me?

I'm in Atlanta, a hundred some sticks on a nigga, they know not to run up on me

Spotted him, I sent a pic to that nigga to show him I'm only lettin′ him breathe

Shot at him, I swung that stick at that nigga

The bullets, they stronger than Hercules

She on Roxies, and this bitch 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 ass nigga 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 that straight from off the scale

She on Roxies, and this bitch 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 ass nigga in a Maybach van

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

I got plenty hittas, know them niggas 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 badass ratchet hoes, 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

Hold on, bro be servin′ gas and hard and bought that straight from off the scale

She on Roxies, and this bitch on hard

I got Percs and celie, X, and Xanax bars

We got big extensions, they protect my heart

Know we set like concrete, man

Rich ass nigga in a Maybach van