Fight Night Round 3 sh*t lyrics

[Intro]
Oooh Sav killed it

[Verse 1: Yachty]
If I was down to my last dollar, give a f*ck what they think
We gon’ load a 80 Benz and old Impala
Told this b*tch my boys from Detroit she askin bout Sada
My wife prolly in New York making enchiladas
b*tch 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 (aye)
Ready to road in a Rolls to go hit your hoe
b*tch leave me alone when I’m at home, & I’m sipping my fo’
n*ggas better not run up on me wrong, that sh*t in my coat
And it clear they lookin at Boat just like he the Pope

[Verse 2: Babyface Ray]
You know I done done it all, I ain’t Shotty Lo
Rap n*gga play with the bag, keep it on the low
Cool n*gga 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
n*gga say they see on the jet and on the block
Give a bad b*tch 4 minutes like a vibe
Lil cuz said he want some money, send him out
Spot banging like it’s fast food in n out
If my youngin catch a n*gga outside they’ll spin the block
How the f*ck these n*ggas actin like they street they in the house

[Verse 3: Veeze]
Heard that n*gga want the clout, f*ck it put them in a cloud
Heard the brokest n*ggas loud that’s why I don’t make a sound
That n*gga said he don’t like Veeze, he don’t know why
I read about sh*t you ain’t seen or you ain’t know about
I sleep on Chrome Heart pillows at Lil Boat house
I’m doing scamming sending bows to yo hoe house
Riding with a 120 shots boy that’s 4 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 3 thousand on a coat cause it’s cold now

[Verse 4: Yachty]
I can’t ride around in that Bentley, cause it’s old now
I can’t hang around with that n*gga, cause he told now
You was just a gangsta online, why you folding now
I thought body was your OG, why they hoein’ him out

[Verse 5: Ray]
Pull up in ATL with them things, make it 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 shopping seen the yacht and I bought it
Me and Meech treat the gallery like a office
Lately I been Globetrotten like I’m playing in Harlem
Riding round like we ain’t famous with a Glock and a Rarri
All my n*ggas banging red, like they got hired at Target
Bout to change my name to Ken, all my b*tches be Barbies
She keep throwing me the pus*y, 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’

[Verse 6: Yachty]
If she pop an X pill, then that pus*y I’m carving
I done f*cked a thousand girls who BD’s think I’m garbage
Well it’s a pandemic, world recession, I’m never starving
n*gga play with my money leave him lumpy like Martin

Let’s be honest, I’m the real reason all you b*tches want a Birkin
How the hell his nails painted and his n*ggas gonna murk you
Made a million dollar 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 n*ggas on purpose
My b*tch 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 b*tch mad I ain’t text back, she worthless