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

If I was down to my last dollar, give a fuck what they think?

We gon' load a 80 Benz and old Impala

Told this bitch my boys from Detroit she askin 'bout Sada

My wife probably up in New York makin' enchiladas

Bitch want me to put her in school, I am not your poppa

Thirty clip and it feel full, I’m in my mood

Ready to road rage in a Rolls, ay

Ready to road rage in a Rolls to go hit your hoe

Bitch, leave me alone when I’m at home, and I’m sipping my fo'

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 gotta everything man, Saint Laurant

Nigga say they see on the jet and on the block

Give a bad bitch four minutes like a vibe

Lil' cause 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 is 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 read about shit you ain’t seen or you ain’t know about

I sleep on Chrome Heart pillows at Lil' Boat’s house

I’m doing scammin', sendin' bows to yo' hoe house

Ridin' with a hundred twenty shots, boy, that’s four Glocks

Me and face had shows, and low’s 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 foldin' now?

I thought body was your OG, why they hoein' him out?

Pull up in ATL with them things, make the 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 shoppin', 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

Ridin' round like we ain’t famous, with a Glock in the Rari

All my niggas bangin' 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 20 thousand for the times I was strarvin'

If she pop a X pill, then that pussy, I’m carvin'

I done fucked a thousand girls who BD’s think I’m garbage

Well it’s a pandemic, a world recession, I’m never starvin'

Nigga play with my money leave him lumpy like Martin

Let’s be honest, I’m the real reason all you bitches want a Birkin

How the hell his nails painted and his niggas might murk you?

Made a million dollars cash and the 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 purchases, ahhhh, I’m in purses

This bitch mad I ain’t text back, she worthless