Fish Scale Chords by YoungBoy Never Broke Again

[Intro]

[Chorus]
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■   Fish scale Draco with that kick real
      C#m                                
I got clientele comin' through on my cell
         C#m         
What you want we sell
                               C#m                        
We got verses plus some hittas get them bodies out of here
        C#m                        
Hold on bro be servin' gas and hard
    C#m                                    
And bought that straight from off the scale


[Verse]
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Let's go who the fuck said that they want it with me
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I'm in Atlanta a hundred some sticks on a nigga
                 C#7         
They know not to run up on me
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Spotted him I sent a pic to that nigga
                     C#m               
To show him I'm only lettin' him breath
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Shot at him I swung that stick at that nigga
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The bullets they stronger than Hercules
    C#m                             
She on Roxies and this bitch on hard
      C#m                             
I got Percs and Celie X and Xanax bars
C#7    C#m                                 
We got big extensions that protect my heart
C#m                          
Know we set like concrete man
                    C#m        
Rich ass nigga in a Maybach van
                                   C#m  
Hole in his head tryna see all his brain
                                         C#m          
He gon' blatt bah bah if you think 'bout playin' games
                                                    C#m   
Bought a cutter on my hand that we wrapped in whole things
                                                            C#m       
Still got gray just like the road for to blow your nose and veins yeah


[Chorus]
                                C#m 
Fish scale Draco with that kick real
      C#m                                
I got clientele comin' through on my cell
         C#m         
What you want we sell
                               C#m                        
We got verses plus some hittas get them bodies out of here
        C#m                        
Hold on bro be servin' gas and hard
    C#m                                    
And bought that straight from off the scale
              C#m                   
She on Roxies and this bitch on hard
      C#m                             
I got Percs and Celie X and Xanax bars
C#7    C#m                                 
We got big extensions that protect my heart
C#m                          
Know we set like concrete man
                    C#m        
Rich ass nigga in a Maybach van


[Verse]
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I got Percs and Celie that drank gon' kill my kidneys
                                                  C#m
I got plenty hittas know them niggas will not get me 
       C#m                                                    
We got scopes on top of them poles to make sure they split him
        C#m                                                        
Bro got blocks all on the road them shrooms came with that shipment
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I got badass ratchet hoes they got booty lifting
              C#m                                           
She got her a BBL I'm out on the street with a TEC that kill
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These diamonds they glist' you see I'm is
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I'm the originator keep a Drac' like a sportsinator
         C#m                                         
Count up plenty paper know that glizzy be fornicatin'


[Chorus]
                   A           
Put a clock on the top of hater
                                   C#m  
Hole in his head tryna see all his brain
                                                 C#m  
He gon' blatt bah bah if you think 'bout playin' games
                                                    C#m   
Bought a cutter on my hand that we wrapped in whole things
                                                            C#m       
Still got gray just like the road for to blow your nose and veins yeah
                                C#m 
Fish scale Draco with that kick real
      C#m                                
I got clientele comin' through on my cell
         C#m         
What you want we sell
                               C#m                        
We got verses plus some hittas get them bodies out of here
        C#m                        
Hold on bro be servin' gas and hard
           C#m                             
And bought that straight from off the scale
              C#m                   
She on Roxies and this bitch on hard
G#7       C#m                             
■   I got Percs and Celie X and Xanax bars
       C#m                                 
We got big extensions they protect my heart
C#m                          
Know we set like concrete man
                    A       C#m
Rich ass nigga in a Maybach van


[Outro]

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