Fist Fight
.40 doing fist fights
Tell me what it hit like
Fucc nigga get left if you don't get right
Yeah nigga get right
Real street I can I show ya what that shit like
Was a young nigga round doing fist fights
Lil bad ass nigga tryna get right
Fucc around knocc a lil nigga shit tight
Run a nigga poccets yeah it's goin be a good night
I'm on this tracc I'm just venting
Pray to the LORD cause I knew I was sinning
Tryna count up the lil cash I was getting
And stacc up this paper as fast as I'm spending
Blow that shit off get it bacc in a minute
Subtract from you niggas to add up the digits
And killing that pussy from the bacc when I'm in it
But I gotta slide ain't no time for no chilling
Hop in the whip but I'm still on a flight
Cause a young nigga still high as a kite
Put the fork in the water the fish took a bite
$200 for a raw 3.5 of white
A hundred ones for a 1.5 of sum glass
Anything nigga just to get to the cash
Run down on a nigga draw down on his ass
Anything nigga just to get to the bag
Run up imma blow nigga
And I put that shit there on LoC nigga
What you think I keep that pistol for nigga?
Young Trill Nigga yeah you know nigga
I ain't never ever been no hoe nigga
Since a young nigga been on go nigga
I'm with PleighBoi and Lil Cool nigga
Nutwood D and D Lo nigga
In the party with a big Glock
Nigga try one of us get his shit knocked
Nigga try one of us get his shit popped
Nigga try one of us get his shit dropped
Young nigga smoking big gas out the zip lock
Me and my niggas we headed to the tip top
I'm a big dawg my nigga you a lil opp
Roll the window down bet the 'K make his jaw drop
Mr. Arm and Hammer with the pot make ya jaw lock
Smoking on gas and I'm counting up Benjis
Can't fuck with you niggas
Can't fuck with you bitches
Since day one I been on a road to the riches
You want that shit gone then you goin drop the ticket
He thought we was cool I remixed 'em with midget
I don't know you lil dude and plus business is business
I'm up in the whip in my trunk is the engine
I'm smashing the gas and my foot on the pedal
Running red lights and I'm racing the devil
Got gloves and bandanas but forgot the shovel
Told Nino be patient I swear you goin blow boy
And I'm a trill nigga who come from the struggle
Run up and touch me man I swear ima buss ya
She feeding you lies and you dummy you trust her
That's what a bitch do when she peep you a sucker
Tell me what it hit like
Fucc nigga get left if you don't get right
Yeah nigga get right
Real street I can I show ya what that shit like
Was a young nigga round doing fist fights
Lil bad ass nigga tryna get right
Fucc around knocc a lil nigga shit tight
Run a nigga poccets yeah it's goin be a good night
I'm on this tracc I'm just venting
Pray to the LORD cause I knew I was sinning
Tryna count up the lil cash I was getting
And stacc up this paper as fast as I'm spending
Blow that shit off get it bacc in a minute
Subtract from you niggas to add up the digits
And killing that pussy from the bacc when I'm in it
But I gotta slide ain't no time for no chilling
Hop in the whip but I'm still on a flight
Cause a young nigga still high as a kite
Put the fork in the water the fish took a bite
$200 for a raw 3.5 of white
A hundred ones for a 1.5 of sum glass
Anything nigga just to get to the cash
Run down on a nigga draw down on his ass
Anything nigga just to get to the bag
Run up imma blow nigga
And I put that shit there on LoC nigga
What you think I keep that pistol for nigga?
Young Trill Nigga yeah you know nigga
I ain't never ever been no hoe nigga
Since a young nigga been on go nigga
I'm with PleighBoi and Lil Cool nigga
Nutwood D and D Lo nigga
In the party with a big Glock
Nigga try one of us get his shit knocked
Nigga try one of us get his shit popped
Nigga try one of us get his shit dropped
Young nigga smoking big gas out the zip lock
Me and my niggas we headed to the tip top
I'm a big dawg my nigga you a lil opp
Roll the window down bet the 'K make his jaw drop
Mr. Arm and Hammer with the pot make ya jaw lock
Smoking on gas and I'm counting up Benjis
Can't fuck with you niggas
Can't fuck with you bitches
Since day one I been on a road to the riches
You want that shit gone then you goin drop the ticket
He thought we was cool I remixed 'em with midget
I don't know you lil dude and plus business is business
I'm up in the whip in my trunk is the engine
I'm smashing the gas and my foot on the pedal
Running red lights and I'm racing the devil
Got gloves and bandanas but forgot the shovel
Told Nino be patient I swear you goin blow boy
And I'm a trill nigga who come from the struggle
Run up and touch me man I swear ima buss ya
She feeding you lies and you dummy you trust her
That's what a bitch do when she peep you a sucker
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Writer(s): Latonio Crowell
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