Fight Night
Yeah
This that pull up on ya mother shit
This that where ya 'lor sister at shit
Matter fact, matter fact
Bring the whole motherfuckin' fam out
This that
This that see you at the gas station
Embarrass you shit
Bitch let me run you up outta here
Know me
Aye big bro
(Yea)
Yo tell me why this hoe 'tryna make go there
(What?)
Like I won't send the bitch home with like no hair
(Yo Kam)
Nah fuck that cause I'ma have to show her something
(Yo Kam chill)
I'ma fuck around let the bomb tick
Wick burn
Bitch I'm fucking blowin' something
I ain't got no feelings for these bitches
I don't owe 'em nothin'
(Yo who you talking 'bout)
Bitch who think she know me
But the bitch don't really know nothing
(Yo what)
Ayo
(Yo)
I'm bouta
(Just breathe)
From the West side
Niggas know how we does it
(True)
Push my fuckin' buttons
Make me call up my cousin
(Naw)
This a game of war and my side we tuggin'
Fuck they geekin' for
Nigga we be buggin'
Grab her by the neck
Then I hug it
Crack it
Bitch I got protection on the other side
Magic
I'm asking
You really 'tryna call my twin back in?
'Cause shorty crazy and she get to zappin'
No cappin' in my rhymes
I just tell you how we play play
You bitches think you fly?
Okay bitch I got your mayday
The way that I arrive
Man I know they 'gon hate me
Step up in the kitchen
Get baked like a pastry
Dumb dumb
You wanna fuck wit a bitch like me?
(What)
You wanna press ya luck wit a bitch like me?
(What)
You wanna knuckle up wit a bitch like me?
(What)
You better buckle up wit a bitch like me
(What what what)
You wanna try drag on a bitch like me? (What)
You 'wan get in ya bag wit a bitch like me? (What)
You wanna act a ass wit a bitch like me? (What)
You better do the math wit a bitch like me
'Lor bitch wassup
See I be tryna chill and shit
But every time a nigga try me
I be tryna kill 'em
Shit
You better not think I'm crazy
Yo I know you feel this shit
You 'bouta judge me nigga
'Cause of what the fuck I'm dealin' wit?
Nah fuck it
I'ma let that shit fly
If she drowning in a lake
Then I'ma let that bitch die
Every sin deserves revenge
That's how I feel in my eyes
So what you think that I'm a lunatic now?
They told you 'bout me and I'm proving it now?
Fake crazy ass bitches ain't bout none of that
Run up on me I send ya 'lil ass runnin' back
Make me call my OG and he got the d-d-dat
Kiss my ass I'm fuckin' spazzin' on these bitches make me black
'Lor bitch wassup
You wanna fuck wit a bitch like me?
(What)
You wanna press ya luck wit a bitch like me?
(What)
You wanna knuckle up wit a bitch like me?
(What)
You better buckle up wit a bitch like me
(What what what)
You wanna try drag on a bitch like me? (What)
You 'wan get in ya bag wit a bitch like me? (What)
You wanna act a ass wit a bitch like me? (What)
You better do the math wit a bitch like me
'Lor bitch wassup
This that pull up on ya mother shit
This that where ya 'lor sister at shit
Matter fact, matter fact
Bring the whole motherfuckin' fam out
This that
This that see you at the gas station
Embarrass you shit
Bitch let me run you up outta here
Know me
Aye big bro
(Yea)
Yo tell me why this hoe 'tryna make go there
(What?)
Like I won't send the bitch home with like no hair
(Yo Kam)
Nah fuck that cause I'ma have to show her something
(Yo Kam chill)
I'ma fuck around let the bomb tick
Wick burn
Bitch I'm fucking blowin' something
I ain't got no feelings for these bitches
I don't owe 'em nothin'
(Yo who you talking 'bout)
Bitch who think she know me
But the bitch don't really know nothing
(Yo what)
Ayo
(Yo)
I'm bouta
(Just breathe)
From the West side
Niggas know how we does it
(True)
Push my fuckin' buttons
Make me call up my cousin
(Naw)
This a game of war and my side we tuggin'
Fuck they geekin' for
Nigga we be buggin'
Grab her by the neck
Then I hug it
Crack it
Bitch I got protection on the other side
Magic
I'm asking
You really 'tryna call my twin back in?
'Cause shorty crazy and she get to zappin'
No cappin' in my rhymes
I just tell you how we play play
You bitches think you fly?
Okay bitch I got your mayday
The way that I arrive
Man I know they 'gon hate me
Step up in the kitchen
Get baked like a pastry
Dumb dumb
You wanna fuck wit a bitch like me?
(What)
You wanna press ya luck wit a bitch like me?
(What)
You wanna knuckle up wit a bitch like me?
(What)
You better buckle up wit a bitch like me
(What what what)
You wanna try drag on a bitch like me? (What)
You 'wan get in ya bag wit a bitch like me? (What)
You wanna act a ass wit a bitch like me? (What)
You better do the math wit a bitch like me
'Lor bitch wassup
See I be tryna chill and shit
But every time a nigga try me
I be tryna kill 'em
Shit
You better not think I'm crazy
Yo I know you feel this shit
You 'bouta judge me nigga
'Cause of what the fuck I'm dealin' wit?
Nah fuck it
I'ma let that shit fly
If she drowning in a lake
Then I'ma let that bitch die
Every sin deserves revenge
That's how I feel in my eyes
So what you think that I'm a lunatic now?
They told you 'bout me and I'm proving it now?
Fake crazy ass bitches ain't bout none of that
Run up on me I send ya 'lil ass runnin' back
Make me call my OG and he got the d-d-dat
Kiss my ass I'm fuckin' spazzin' on these bitches make me black
'Lor bitch wassup
You wanna fuck wit a bitch like me?
(What)
You wanna press ya luck wit a bitch like me?
(What)
You wanna knuckle up wit a bitch like me?
(What)
You better buckle up wit a bitch like me
(What what what)
You wanna try drag on a bitch like me? (What)
You 'wan get in ya bag wit a bitch like me? (What)
You wanna act a ass wit a bitch like me? (What)
You better do the math wit a bitch like me
'Lor bitch wassup
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Writer(s): Kamaria Hall
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