Fight Fair!
Yea Yea I'm just chillin' with the gang
I got my magic up I feel like David Blaine
You think it's sweet until my dogs come off the chain
I'm smoking on this gas this shit make me insane (Blast Off)
We don't fight fair we don't fight fair
We don't fight fair we don't fight fair
We don't fight fair we don't fight fair
We don't fight fair we don't fight fair
Fuck told that hoe I need a check
A mil or more no I won't settle for less
I'm charged up PK power like I'm Ness
Gyarados hydro pump all on my neck
With L3 Gang and then we hop right on a jet
Blast off on a rocket to the west
Crash land in the bank with the baguettes
In the Himalayas they love how I dress
I'm from SoFlo hoe I teach you the finesse
She see me drippin' now she liftin' up her dress
You got a problem please don't leave it unaddressed
We stomp you out and then we bounce to get the check
I'm rocking Johnny now I'm going on a quest
Your bitch a barbie but my bitch look like a Bratz
Grass cut for them snakes and them rats
When you see em gotta stop em in they tracks
Yea Yea I'm just chillin' with the gang
I got my magic up I feel like David Blaine
You think it's sweet until my dogs come off the chain
I take this LSD this shit make me insane (Blast Off)
We don't fight fair we don't fight fair
We don't fight fair we don't fight fair
We don't fight fair we don't fight fair
We don't fight fair we don't fight fair
You might have to kill me just to feel me is that really true
I don't fuck with you smoking gas this shit really blew
I don't give a fuck about a bitch got water jewels
When they see that ice all on my body they say damn he cool
That drip make her drool (Huh) my dog gotta tool
He in Compton that nigga he got a attitude
You need gratitude
I ain't in the mood
Hop up in my whip I got stars up inside my coupe
I don't fuck with school fuck my teachers too
I can't fuck with you if you talk down on the crew
Talk down on the crew
I go Super Buu
I do super moves
We multiply and execute
If we keep on going we going end up killing you
It's like a bullpit but every bodies hitting you
Stop all the bullshit before you make me stick and move
I don't fuck with birds I put them in a chicken coop
Yea Yea I'm just chillin' with the gang
I got my magic up I feel like David Blaine
You think it's sweet until my dogs come off the chain
I take this LSD this shit make me insane (Blast Off)
We don't fight fair we don't fight fair
We don't fight fair we don't fight fair
We don't fight fair we don't fight fair
We don't fight fair we don't fight fair
I got my magic up I feel like David Blaine
You think it's sweet until my dogs come off the chain
I'm smoking on this gas this shit make me insane (Blast Off)
We don't fight fair we don't fight fair
We don't fight fair we don't fight fair
We don't fight fair we don't fight fair
We don't fight fair we don't fight fair
Fuck told that hoe I need a check
A mil or more no I won't settle for less
I'm charged up PK power like I'm Ness
Gyarados hydro pump all on my neck
With L3 Gang and then we hop right on a jet
Blast off on a rocket to the west
Crash land in the bank with the baguettes
In the Himalayas they love how I dress
I'm from SoFlo hoe I teach you the finesse
She see me drippin' now she liftin' up her dress
You got a problem please don't leave it unaddressed
We stomp you out and then we bounce to get the check
I'm rocking Johnny now I'm going on a quest
Your bitch a barbie but my bitch look like a Bratz
Grass cut for them snakes and them rats
When you see em gotta stop em in they tracks
Yea Yea I'm just chillin' with the gang
I got my magic up I feel like David Blaine
You think it's sweet until my dogs come off the chain
I take this LSD this shit make me insane (Blast Off)
We don't fight fair we don't fight fair
We don't fight fair we don't fight fair
We don't fight fair we don't fight fair
We don't fight fair we don't fight fair
You might have to kill me just to feel me is that really true
I don't fuck with you smoking gas this shit really blew
I don't give a fuck about a bitch got water jewels
When they see that ice all on my body they say damn he cool
That drip make her drool (Huh) my dog gotta tool
He in Compton that nigga he got a attitude
You need gratitude
I ain't in the mood
Hop up in my whip I got stars up inside my coupe
I don't fuck with school fuck my teachers too
I can't fuck with you if you talk down on the crew
Talk down on the crew
I go Super Buu
I do super moves
We multiply and execute
If we keep on going we going end up killing you
It's like a bullpit but every bodies hitting you
Stop all the bullshit before you make me stick and move
I don't fuck with birds I put them in a chicken coop
Yea Yea I'm just chillin' with the gang
I got my magic up I feel like David Blaine
You think it's sweet until my dogs come off the chain
I take this LSD this shit make me insane (Blast Off)
We don't fight fair we don't fight fair
We don't fight fair we don't fight fair
We don't fight fair we don't fight fair
We don't fight fair we don't fight fair
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Writer(s): Ethan Parnell
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