Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fight Night Round 3, artist - Lil Yachty. Date of issue: 22.04.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fight Night Round 3 |
| 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 |