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FISHSCALE
165
Hip-Hop/Rap
FISHSCALE wurde am 25. Juli 2025 von Peysoh / EMPIRE als Teil des Albums veröffentlichtFinallyFed
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Veröffentlichungsdatum25. Juli 2025
LabelPeysoh / EMPIRE
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM100

Musikvideo

Musikvideo

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Peysoh
Peysoh
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Oropeza
Kevin Oropeza
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bandz
Bandz
Producer
Cristal Viramontes
Cristal Viramontes
Recording Engineer
Nick Bane
Nick Bane
Mixing Engineer

Songtexte

[Verse 1]
All I need is two plays and I'm back chillin'
Got a reading and it spooked me, I'm back trippin'
I ain't shovin' up no eight, bitch, we back sippin'
In the coupe with ten keys, bitch, I'm back fishin'
Ho, you ain't get it, that shit fishscale
Supercharger full of top shottas, leave your shit pale
Hundred 'bows goin' through the sky, this is big mail
War got a ho choosin' sides, then it's big hell
I don't need a down to get your lil' brother picked off
Every time I walk inside the club, they like, "Who big dawg?"
Money murder business, I don't argue, I let stick talk
And I don't give a fuck, you wanna go, I let a bitch walk
Huh, like what a bitch thought?
I could never bump and buy the bitch, keep the fish box
Real model with it, I got wine glass, switch off
And it was all funny till they found him with his dick off
[Chorus]
I'm ruthless
Double back business, hoppin' out and leave him toothless
Crashin' for a bitch who still fuckin', boy, you stupid
If I ever make it, only takin' those who rooted
They knowin' Peysoh did it, I don't gotta ask 'em who did
Double back business, hoppin' out and leave him toothless
Crashin' for a bitch who still fuckin', boy, you stupid
If I ever make it, only takin' those who rooted
They knowin' Peysoh did it, I don't gotta ask 'em who did
[Verse 2]
Perkys fuckin' up my liver, still gon' pour the Act'
Slidin' through the opps, bitch, we shoppin' for a hat
I'ma lay the whole game down and fight crap
I ain't goin' broke again, shit, I'll just run inside your trap
Set it off, could give a fuck if we out shoppin', let's get poppin'
Quick to smoke a homie if we hearin' that he plottin'
Fuck a leg shot, bitch, we aimin' for his noggin
If it's up, we gon' turn the whole city up, start shoppin'
Give a fuck who wanna squash it, ain't no goin' back
He said, "I'm sorry," after this and we ain't feelin' that
Man, it was God who saved bro, we gon' spin it back
I grazed him in his face and left bullets in his fitted cap, I'm on one
Leavin' hot shit in my flesh, I'm a tripper
Yeah, we can fuck, but I ain't wifin' up no stripper
If my main bitch out here faggin', I'ma chip her
I just really need my cut, I ain't swearin', I'll throw head first
[Chorus]
I'm ruthless
Double back business, hoppin' out and leave him toothless
Crashin' for a bitch who still fuckin', boy, you stupid
If I ever make it, only takin' those who rooted
They knowin' Peysoh did it, I don't gotta ask 'em who did
Double back business, hoppin' out and leave him toothless
Crashin' for a bitch who still fuckin', boy, you stupid
If I ever make it, only takin' those who rooted
They knowin' Peysoh did it, I don't gotta ask 'em who did
Written by: Alexandrovich Evgeny, Kevin Oropeza, Randy Felix Holmes
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