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

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 'bout 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 (Aye)

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

**** 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 **** play with the bag, keep it on the low

Cool **** 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

**** 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 **** outside, they'll spin the block

How the fuck these **** actin' like they street? They in the house

Heard that **** want the clout, fuck it, put them in a cloud

Heard the brokest **** loud, that's why I don't make a sound

That **** said he don't like Veeze, he don't know why

I rap 'bout shit that 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 **** 'cause he told now

You was just a gangsta online, why you folding now?

I thought buddy was your OG, why they hoin' 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 **** 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

**** 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 **** 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 **** 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