Fight Night Round 3 Lyrics – Lil Yachty
If I was down to my last dollar, give a *** what they think?
We gon’ load a 80 Benz and old Impala
Told this *** my boys from Detroit she askin ’bout Sada
My wife probably up in New York makin’ enchiladas
*** 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 ***
***, leave me alone when I’m at home, and I’m sipping my fo’
Niggas better not run up on me wrong, that *** 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 ***
I just-I just touched down, Yachty scooped me Double R
I think I gotta everything man, Saint Laurant
*** say they see on the jet and on the block
Give a bad *** 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 *** outside, they’ll spin the block
How the *** is niggas actin like they street? They in the house
Heard that *** want the clout, *** it, put them in a cloud
Heard the brokest niggas loud, that’s why I don’t make a sound
That *** said he don’t like Veeze, he don’t know why
I read about *** 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’ *** 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 ***, ’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 *** be Barbies
She keep throwing me the ***, 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 ***, I’m carvin’
I done *** a thousand girls who BD’s think I’m garbage
Well it’s a pandemic, a world recession, I’m never starvin’
*** play with my money leave him lumpy like Martin
Let’s be honest, I’m the real reason all you *** 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 *** 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 *** mad I ain’t text back, she worthless