Fishscale

[Verse 1: Louie Ray]
OK I'm playing with that fish scale
OK I'm probably getting pussy, hear a bitch yell
Original nature boy, they call me Rick Flair
Took her on a shopping spree, she tryna pick hair
OK the streets dry as fuck, ain't find it anywhere
I might catch the coochie cool if it ain't no kitty hair
Imma cruise through slow, I'm in a wheelchair
Been holdin' it down since 8 o'clock, they like "You still here?"
Been tryna get my house together, cause I live here
Might get involved in a shootout, cause it get real here
Damn damn I fucked up dawg, no I didn't
What's the prices on them yeah yeahs? Niggas know I spend it
Serving action after 12 o'clock I still do deliver
Pistol in my hand though, ready to kill me a nigga

[Verse 2: Rio Da Young OG]
Alright Lou, I got my verse ready
Rich nigga, bitch I go to sleep in Burberry
Jim just sold his cousin all the drink, almost hurt Jerry
At Golden Sun buyin' ice tryna give a Perc' to Gary
Hundred milligrams of Oxy' got my nose itchin'
I pop Viagra before I had sex, I had my hoes trippin'
Conversation with an ugly bitch, like "Bae your toes pretty"
When Empire sent that check, I blew the whole fifty

[Verse 3: RMC Mike]
Mike what you want for a verse? 47 50
Love my Glocks, but I just cleared the block with eleven Smitty's
I got a dollar, looking for a dime, I can't except the penny
Unc' high as hell on Perc' 30s and wrecked the Bentley
Make a thousand sales out the trap then burn it down to ashes
Obligated to hit every drug, I'm learning up to cash
Know she wanna fuck, the bitch stuck her tongue out the fastest
Really looking for some glad drank, I burnt out on plastic