FIGHT! lyrics

[Intro: Dro Kenji]
Yuh, yuh, yuh, ayy (Slimier than a motherf*cker)
Kenji, look, ayy, huh (Slime as a b*tch, slime as a b*tch)
Kenji, look, ayy
(Slime as a b*tch, slime as a b*tch, yuh, yuh slime as a b*tch)
Ayy, yuh, yuh, ayy (Yuh, yuh)
Ayy, huh

[Verse 1: Dro Kenji & XreTheGod]
Thick as a b*tch, she got ass in the back (The back)
I got the Glock, she spray with the MAC (Ayy, yuh, thick as a b*tch)
Dipped in designer, I'm spendin' my cash (Yuh, ayy, ayy)
You n*ggas broke and I stay with the bag (Smokin' the gas)
So f*ckin' drippy, I'm floodin' the city (Smokin' my packs)
You n*ggas, I pity, you not f*ckin' with me (Thick ass a b*tch)
I took your b*tch and she lickin' the di*ky
I'm done with you ho's, it's back to the check
(Yuh)
Ayy, thick lil' thotty, she want me to wife (Yuh)
n*ggas is pus*y, he fight with a knife (You fight with a night)
If your b*tch a eater, she f*ck for the night
Come get your b*tch 'cause she done for the night
(Ayy, done for the night)
n*ggas is cappin', I'm not 'bout to fight
I love the money, the money my wife (The money my wife)
I'm mixin' the lean with a whole lotta Sprite
Lil' slimy n*gga, I'm high as a kite (High as a kite) (Ayy)
[Verse 2: XreTheGod & KobeKo]
I was 13 tryna f*ck on my tutor
I'm movin' with shooters, don't play with computers
I get to the mula, prohibit the bag
I'm shootin' this loser
I'm grippin' the mag', as long as a ruler
Mad mag', keep that energy, uh
I'm never duckin' the enemy, uh
How that sh*t look mentally when the whole block got love for me? Uh
Two Glocks with the bubbly, these slim n*ggas need recovery, uh
Got my pockets all buttery
Call him YG 'cause he under me,uh
How he gon' try to put a gun on me? Uh
But his sh*t jam, do it properly, uh
Y'all n*ggas fakin' the funk but I got a stick in the trunk, uh
Don't mention the gang in none of your songs
You never pulled up once (Ayy, ayy)

[Verse 3: KobeKo]
Ice on my neck, I like to flex
n*gga run up on me, he gon' get wet (Ayy)
Put him in check, I'm boolin' with X (Ayy)
Hit Kenji up, yeah, my n*gga's got next (Yeah)
He talkin' tough, we gon' hit him with Tecs (Yeah)
Whole lotta MACs, b*tch, them sh*ts are on deck
I told her, "Go first, b*tch, I just want some head" (Head, yeah)
I feel like Lil Uzi, all my friends are dead (Dead, yeah)
I'm sippin' on lean, that is my favorite med (Yeah)
n*gga talk tough, we gon' fill him with lead (Ayy)
Got one in the head
Just know I ain't scared
You n*ggas be pus*y, you n*ggas is weird
You n*ggas some square, huh
Run down with the f*ckin' chopper, uh (Grrah)
I'ma send his ass to the doctor
He ain't know a n*gga had it up there
[Bridge: Dro Kenji & XreTheGod]
Thick as a Snicker and cute as a button (Cute as a button)
I had to trap, I turned nothin' to somethin' (Nothin' to somethin')
Thotty a thugger but I get her blushin' (I get her blushin')
Look like a Barbie but shoot like a Russian
(Shoot like a Russian)
(Ayy)

[Verse 4: XreTheGod]
Your b*tch in love with the crew, uh
She suckin' di*k in the stu', uh
You tryna get to the loot, uh, but I was born with the juice, uh
I could show you how to move, uh
I got a pack of the boof, uh
f*ck him up like shoot, uh, shoot, uh, shoot, uh
Big B, suwoop, uh
900, what it do? Uh
f*ck-n*ggas get abused, uh
.223s to his blue, uh
Talkin' wild, you a fool, uh
f*ck is wrong with these dudes? Uh
Startin' beef for the views, uh
I'ma have to catch a body, uh
I ain't really in the mood, uh
Hit his ass with the shotty
Shout out my gang, affiliates
Free the guys, tell 'em I'm touchin' a million
Throwin' shade get you popped like a wheelie
Tighten up 'fore this shot get silly
Nine tucked like I move with a Billy
Fine dust, you get hit with the Glizzy
MBK, I don't f*ck with the Sixties
Crack tre's and I'm droppin' the sixes, uh
Bodies is missin', watch who you dissin'
I'm on a mission
I told her, "Smith it"
She wanna lick me
Told her, "Keep wishin'"
I'm in the kitchen whippin' this spliffy
She want attention, stop all that b*tchin'
R.I.P. X, I'm very rare
You wanna be, but life ain't fair