Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bout to Be a Fight, artist - Gangsta Boo. Album song B.A.R. (Bay Area Representatives), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.02.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Phixieous Entertainment
Song language: English
Bout to Be a Fight |
All up in the club with a bad bitch |
Ni-nigga acting hard, launching, talking cash shit (pussy) |
It ain’t nothing for one of these niggas to get blasted |
Snatched up out the club, now he’s sleeping in a casket |
You-you-you don’t want that, cause I guarantee you ain’t with it |
The street shit I live it, but if you talking cash I get it |
I ain’t gonna say shit, I’mma show a nigga who to play with |
Hit a fuck boy the K bitch, it’s a premanent vacation (vacation) |
No time to be playing games, I don’t fight fair, nigga fuck beef |
Re-real nigga I’m from the streets, there ain’t one of you niggas gon' fuck |
with me |
Frayser Bizzle hitting first, beat a nigga down |
All my niggas with the shit, so don’t come around |
Beating bitches like it ain’t nothing, give them stitches |
Been tearing clubs up, Mosh Pit niggas |
Pulling hoes hair, get robbed, get snatched |
Pop your head, cartoon locks for that ass |
All black on, looking evil with my goons |
I don’t play fair, and nigga I don’t lose |
Smoke a lot of weed, kicking blade with my patnas |
Mean mugging bitches, if they jump I’mma pop them |
Devil shirt on so I’m feeling real dark |
Got pistols in the club, got pistols in the car |
I ain’t claiming killa, but I will fuck you up |
Lesbian kitty, play pussy get stuck |
Alright, I moved back to Memphis so I just reloaded my clips |
And called my dogs, told them let’s go hit Beale Street and get fucking |
senseless |
I can’t taste this crown, I can’t feel my face, I can’t see my hands |
I can’t smell this OG Wyte Kush and I can’t hear the band |
So I could give a motherfuck about what you do |
We roll in the club and set up shop |
Fire up the loud, gather some hoes, pull out the molly, fuck the cops |
Fuck your side, bitch we run it, always have and always will |
Send your girl over here on that bullshit, I’ll send that bitch back on a pill |
I got boozers with me, shooters with me, fools with me, I got all of the above |
Rowdy rednecks in my crew, we’ll snatch you up, we don’t give a fuck |
Lil Wyte I’m still with this shit, Tear Da Club Up before I leave |
I’m drunk as hell and I’m high as fuck, that’s how we do it here in Tennessee |