Fight Night Round 3 (Feat. Veeze & Babyface Ray)

If I was down to my last dollar, give a fuck what they think We gon' load up eighty bands in an 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 [Verse 2: Babyface Ray] 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 [Verse 3: Veeze] 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 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 [Verse 4: Lil Yachty] 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 body was your OG, why they ho'in' him out? [Verse 5: Babyface Ray] 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 [Verse 6: Veeze] 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' [Verse 7: Lil Yachty] 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 gonna 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 purchases Ah, I'm in purses This bitch mad I ain't text back, she worthless