Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fights Don't Matter , by - Drakeo The Ruler. Release date: 13.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fights Don't Matter |
| I looked at my wrist two times and caught pneumonia |
| I hopped out the coupe with Nina Ross, she is a smoker |
| If you never had a shootout at the club, pass my blower (Smoov, what’s good, |
| baby?) |
| I just beat a nigga where the Neiman Marcus store at (Thank You Fizzle) |
| Walking on water, critics say that I’m icy, Saweetie |
| I just made him drop it like it’s hot with a mic on me |
| Niggas starin' at me like we cool, I’m not your friend |
| The plug told me seventeen a piece, I started Paisa dancin' |
| Mister big bank uchie face |
| Can I hit your cup? |
| She got hit with the stupid face |
| This was back in my Gucci days |
| I turned to Jet Li and got blood on my Boosie fade |
| Niggas sneak dissin' every day, let the mic go answer |
| Tell this nigga BM stop textin', I might go blamp her |
| Bought the whole hood, Instagram us, couldn’t find no manners |
| I’ma give him thirty-three shots 'cause fights don’t matter, shit |
| Tell this nigga BM stop textin', I might go blamp her, nigga |
| I’ma give him thirty-three shots 'cause fights don’t matter |
| Thirty-three shots, bitch, I ain’t finna fight no nigga |
| I’ma leave him dead in the street with his iPhone 7 |
| When I left the coupe, all you saw was banana peels |
| He ain’t dodge shit, I’m tryna pull off in that Challenger |
| Custom-made pieces, we don’t never touch the mannequin |
| It’ll be a steel cage match, try to challenge us |
| Let me guess, this why all you niggas mad at us |
| 'Cause we kept the street code and we got our fanbase up |
| Niggas sneak dissin' every day, let the mic go answer |
| Tell this nigga BM stop textin', I might go blamp her |
| Bought the whole hood, Instagram us, couldn’t find no manners |
| I’ma give him thirty-three shots 'cause fights don’t matter, shit |
| Tell this nigga BM stop textin', I might go blamp her, nigga |
| I’ma give him thirty-three shots 'cause fights don’t matter, shit |
| This for any nigga tryna bogart |
| I gave him ten, the other ninety just to show off, shit |
| What you know 'bout me? |
| I’m out the window of the Benny like Hulk Hogy |
| I’m a showboater |
| And stop screamin' out my name, bitch, I don’t know you, shit |
| I’ma go pour 'em |
| Wait 'til you see me drop a hundred up in slow motion |
| You think I’m dumb, hold up |
| I bought ten Ace bottles and dropped the club owner, nigga |
| I know I’m wrong, hold up |
| My shooters pulled up with them sticks like it was pro bono, shit |
| Niggas sneak dissin' every day, let the mic go answer |
| Tell this nigga BM stop textin', I might go blamp her |
| Bought the whole hood, Instagram us, couldn’t find no manners |
| I’ma give him thirty-three shots 'cause fights don’t matter, shit |
| Tell this nigga BM stop textin', I might go blamp her, nigga |
| I’ma give him thirty-three shots 'cause fights don’t matter |