FISHSCALE - Eric North

Pressin' all, pressin' all

Pressin' all, pressin' all

Pressin' all that shit, I’ma fuck wit' her emotions

Pressin' all that shit, I’ma fuck wit' her emotions

Pressin' all that shit, I’ma fuck wit' her emotions

(I will make your corpse dance)

So what?

Ooh, I’ma shit on you niggas, watch, hah

You sold O’s, lil' nigga?

I sold P’s

Chopper gotta big dick that like to pee-e-e

Bullet hit your membrane and hit delete-e-e

Now you slee-e-ep, while you lea-ea-eak

I’ma sing to your bitch with no Auto-Tune

Hundred round choppers ain’t enough, I need a lot of goons

Bitch, waking up to no Uber, get out of my room

We ain’t talking, money, drugs, or head, then get out of my tomb

I’m a incel?

Bitch, fuck it, we go very well

These niggas eyein' me, they need to fucking get a scale

Diamonds on my forehead, buffer than a beta male

Cocaine white, Nike Air Force Fishscale

You sold O’s, lil' nigga?

I sold P’s

Chopper gotta big dick that like to pee-e-e

Bullet hit your membrane and hit delete-e-e

Now you slee-e-ep, while you lea-ea-eak

Ayy