Fight This sh*t lyrics

[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd]
Ayy, Mike, help me, I'm tryna fight the Percs off
Undeniable distance, I hit him close, knocked his shirt off
Just dug up this .38, I had to wash the dirt off
Hit dog hat from long range and knocked the words off

[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
Two ratchet b*tches in my bed now havin' a squirt-off
Bullets so big that if I miss, it knock the curb off
Her main n*gga went out cowardly, I'm a courage dog
The only reason that that n*gga up 'cause I encouraged dog

[Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd]
Ooh, I like the whole relationship
If you don't like me, then f*ck you, you basic b*tch
You mixin' Baby Phat with Gucci, you distasteful b*tch
One day I got so mad and almost Maced my b*tch

[Verse 4: RMC Mike]
Hate white people so much, last night, I f*cked a racist b*tch
A week ago, wе shot the club up and got a waitress hit
All my diamonds came VVSS, thеre ain't no fakin' sh*t
My young n*gga head so f*cked up, he got a baby lynched

[Verse 5: KrispyLife Kidd]
I'll set the Glock down and break your sh*t
You claim this straight drop? I can't taste this sh*t
I send my cousin— ah, I can't say that sh*t
Boyz and IUR, we up next, I know you hate that sh*t
[Verse 6: RMC Mike]
Hit my n*gga sister, then fold her brother on some Dre-O sh*t
Knocked his ass out one punch on some K.O. sh*t
Damn, that n*gga might be dead, I need to lay low quick
Every day, I'm ridin' with the B's, on my J.O. sh*t

[Verse 7: KrispyLife Kidd]
Makin' plays in Atlanta, I been trippin' South
If you wanna f*ck my b*tch face, I'll pimp her mouth
I don't really do the fake friends, I could do without
Home renovation with this b*tch, I could flip a house
If I ain't president in my hood, I should've ran for it
Seen my uncle make fifty thousand off an Android
This all rap money, but I could've scammed for it
Dog tried to slide, knocked out the dashboard

[Verse 8: RMC Mike]
Well, I'm the mayor of my hood, n*ggas know what's crackin'
My n*gga in the wheelchair pop you, shout out Noble Patrick
Hit a n*gga with this cannon quick, yeah, I'm photo-matic
Cut the b*tch off, she can't suck di*k and so dramatic
We can't even conversate if you ain't got a global status
Slide down in a pickup truck, finna unload ratchets
Nowadays, n*ggas come soft like clothes fabric
I got so much faith, I drove to the D.O.E., n*gga, no cappin'
[Verse 9: KrispyLife Kidd]
Could still get you a half for eighty-five
My granny got a friend that still sell green ten a line
Cousins tried to hit my b*tch, I f*cked his for the pride
Did some sh*t in broad daylight, I ain't care to hide

[Verse 10: RMC Mike]
I got a thing for f*ckin' hoes with different languages
My main b*tch caught me in a new entanglement
I ain't wanna pop the ho, so I strangled her
Woke the b*tch up and had sex, I got a thing for her