FIGHT CLUB

My favorite type of weed was uhh
Cocaine

Walk in this bitch they start making a post
I got the bread spittin heat so I stay with the toast
She wanna fuck, sorry bae it's a no
Mastro's for lunch but I take it to go
What's a lame to a GOAT?
He don't write his own shit I ain't chasin a ghost
Don't do the beef or exchangin of quotes
If you saw what I net you would say that it's gross
Y'all postin flicks still trippin off fashion
I'm more worried what I'm gettin off the back end
Brand new whip when I park gotta back in
Got me reminiscin' when I used to bring the pack in
Ay
Talk to me nice and don't break the instructions
Makin reductions
I heard that you was a fan of the lord I could make introductions
Put him to rest like a break in production

Mo'fucka I'm livin lavish
But one bad day could get me caught in the madness
How I turn these bodies into paper it's magic
Transmog, I could turn these pussies into caskets
One shot, stumbling, niggas lose balance
Two shots, send him up, niggas lose traction
I'm not playing with you bitches I've had it
Add some new holes to his fit like Raditz
Yuh
Ay
Niggas getting shot over dice games, hardline
Yuh
Ay
I've been through worst of the worst, I'mma be fine
Yuh
Ay
End of my rope and cutting theirs at the same time
Yuh
Ay
I will go through anyone it takes just to get mine

YUH
AY
WHO GON RUN MY FADE
YUH
AY
I BEEN WAITIN ALL DAMN DAY
YUH
AY
WHO GON RUN MY FADE
YUH
AY
I BEEN WAITIN ALL DAMN DAY

Hop up in the v press a button where the keys at
Im just tryna be where it's sun where it's breeze at
Niggas see a picture of the Saint wanna be that
I don't want that petty little hoe you can keep that
Fuck these lil niggas its curtains
One thing is for certain
I know some niggas that's gon put a word in
And they know some niggas thats gon put some work in
Niggas wanna be up inna lights need a surgeon aye
Talk shit you get hit like a parley
I'm gnarly
I step in the party roll up like a yardie
Proceed with the program I'm sorry not sorry

Pop a round in his mouth issa smartie
Imma need a crazy lil bitch like Harley
Amnesia
See me and forget what you started
A pizza
Pull up with a slice to your party
E stay coming up
Green chase
Streams stay running up
Replay DJ fuck it up
Top 5 in your whole scene still ain't done enough
Straight hopeless
Making teams just to fuck wit us
Can't focus
ADD just to sum it up
Straight Moses
Your wave breezes in front of us
They soldiers
You freeze when the gun is up
Payola
Crib be debris for a hunnid bucks

YUH
AY
WHO GON RUN MY FADE
YUH
AY
I BEEN WAITIN ALL DAMN DAY
YUH
AY
WHO GON RUN MY FADE
YUH
AY
I BEEN WAITIN ALL DAMN DAY



Credits
Writer(s): Josh Colby Glazer, Eddy Scott Infante, Tariq Mohammed, James Allen Wallace, Blake Stedan Jeremiah Heston
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