Lil Yachty, Veeze, Babyface Ray - Fight Night Round 3 lyrics

If I was down to my last dollar
Give a fuck what they think
We gon' load a 80 benz and a old impala
Told this bitch, "My boys from Detroit
" she askin' us about Sada
My wife prolly up in
New York making enchiladas
Bitch want me to put her in school
I am not your papa
30 clip and it feel full, I'm in my mood
Ready to road rage in a Rolls (Ayy)
Ready to road rage in a Rolls
To go hit your ho
Bitch, leave me alone when I'm home
And I'm sipping my four
Niggas better not run up on me wrong
That shit in my coat
And it clear they lookin' at Boat
Just like he the Pope

You know I done done it all
I ain’t Shawty Lo
Rap nigga play with the bag
Keep it on the low
Cool nigga run with the steppers
Steppin' on the dope
I just-I just touched down
Yachty scooped me Double R
I think I got everything, man, Saint Laurent
Nigga say they see on the
Jet and on the block
Give a bad bitch four minutes like a vibe
Lil' cuz said he want some money
Send him out
Spot banging like it’s fast food, In-N-Out
If my youngins catch a nigga outside
They’ll spin the block
How the fuck these niggas actin' like
They street? They in the house

Heard that nigga want the clout, fuck it
Put them in a cloud
Heard the brokest niggas loud
That's why I don’t make a sound
That nigga said he don't like Veeze
He don’t know why
I rap about shit you ain't seen
Or you ain’t know about
I sleep on Chrome Heart pillows
At Lil Boat house i'm doing scamming
Sending bows to your ho house
Riding with a hundred twenty shots, boy
That's four Glocks me and face had shows and
Lows and they sold out
We just turned a San Fran'
Mansion to a grow house
I just spent three thousand on a
Coat 'cause it's cold now

I can’t ride around in that
Bentley 'cause it’s old now
I can’t hang around with that
Nigga 'cause he told now
You was just a gangsta online
Why you folding now?
I thought buddy was your OG
Why they ho'in' him out?

Pull up in ATL with them things
Make it snow in the south
Trappin' by the door in my room
It’s one more on the couch
Seventeen wavy, not a yacht in the water
Rolex shopping
Seen the Yacht' and I bought it
Me and Meech treat the gallery like a office
Lately, I been globetrottin' like
I'm playing in Harlem

Riding 'round like we ain’t famous with
A Glock and a 'Rari
All my niggas banging red
Like they got hired at Target
'Bout to change my name to Ken
All my bitches be Barbies
She keep throwing me the pussy
But I really don’t want it
If her throat could have a baby
I might end up on Maury
Walk around with twenty thousand for
The times I was starvin'

If she pop a X pill, then that pussy
I'm carving i done fucked a thousand bitches
Who BD’s think I'm garbage
Well it’s a pandemic, world recession
I'm never starving nigga play with my money
Leave him lumpy like Martin let’s be honest
I'm the real reason you bitches want a Birkin
How the hell his nails painted and
His niggas might murk you?
Made a million dollars cash in a
Bank I ain’t go to
Seen what you said online
I just really don’t know you
Why would I shine some light
On these niggas on purpose?
My bitch bring her friend
It’s gon' turn to a circus
I just got mad at Veeze
He don’t check his purchase
Ah, I meant purchases
This bitch mad I ain’t text back
She worthless