Fight Night lyrics

[Chorus: Slim Dunkin]
Squad, squad, squad
Give a f*ck about sh*t but my motherf*cking n*ggas
Click full of pits, orangutans and gorillas
Run up if you want, ain't nothing sweet but the Swishers
Itchy trigger finger, keep my hand on the pistol
Fight, fight, n*gga, shoot something

[Verse 1: Slim Dunkin]
Doing too much, standing too close
Talking too loud, n*gga, night night
One hitter quitter, flatline, n*gga
Turned this b*tch to a motherf*cking fight night
Try it in the club, ride in the club
Man down 'cause there's shots fired in the club
Fighting over here, shooting over there
b*tches pulling hair, n*ggas throwing chairs
All my n*ggas head first, nosedive
Flexing in my own lane, roadside
n*gga .23 is back, .45
On my bullsh*t, wreck crew, don't try it
b*tch, I'm going cannon
Free my n*gga Cannon
n*gga run up wrong, leave him laying where he's standing
It's Mr. Two Cups, I give two f*cks
If you ain't scared, why the f*ck you got your jewels tucked?
Dunk
[Chorus: Slim Dunkin]
Squad, squad, squad
Give a f*ck about sh*t but my motherf*cking n*ggas
Click full of pits, orangutans and gorillas
Run up if you want, ain't nothing sweet but the Swishers
Itchy trigger finger, keep my hand on the pistol
Fight, fight, n*gga, shoot something

[Verse 2: Derez De'Shon]
You either with me or against me now, cool or on my hitlist now
Keep my circle tight 'cause most these n*ggas b*tches now
Wrong one to play with, go on 'head and try me
One shot, split a n*gga's sh*t like a Siamese
Ambulance picked him up, I'm shooting at the siren
Flatline a n*gga, then go home and blow some Irene
MapQuest, yeah, I know where you live and where your kids nap
f*ck around with Slim Dunkin, D-Bo get you kidnapped

[Chorus: Slim Dunkin]
Squad, squad, squad
Give a f*ck about sh*t but my motherf*cking n*ggas
Click full of pits, orangutans and gorillas
Run up if you want, ain't nothing sweet but the Swishers
Itchy trigger finger, keep my hand on the pistol
Fight, fight, n*gga, shoot something
[Verse 3: Wooh da Kid]
Who wants some? He wants some?
I ain't really come to fight, I'm trying to f*ck something
I ain't really try to hit, I'ma bust something
First n*gga act up, I'ma rush something
Pull a midget out the bag, smoke something
One swing, all swing, jump something
Wooh da Kid my name, want something?
Still trying to be a player, crush something
Hold on, Wooh da King, I am the best
His flow stuck in one spot, it's on house arrest
Paralyzed punch when I'm at my best
Have your ass singing through a wire like Kanye West

[Chorus: Slim Dunkin]
Squad, squad, squad
Give a f*ck about sh*t but my motherf*cking n*ggas
Click full of pits, orangutans and gorillas
Run up if you want, ain't nothing sweet but the Swishers
Itchy trigger finger, keep my hand on the pistol
Fight, fight, n*gga, shoot something

[Verse 4: Lil Capp]
I gives a f*ck about sh*t but my motherf*cking n*ggas
Money ain't the issue, f*ck with us, they gon' miss you
Shoot your block up, light it up like Christmas
Now your homeboy pouring out their damn liquor
Slim and Wooh, them my dogs, f*ck with them, I'll Mike Vick you
It's all bite, no bark, I hope you get the picture
We could shoot something, we could fight, n*gga
It don't matter, we could do it all night, n*gga
'Round here, we smash on site, n*gga
Shooters on the roof, f*ck around and get sniped, n*gga
[Chorus: Slim Dunkin]
Squad, squad, squad
Give a f*ck about sh*t but my motherf*cking n*ggas
Click full of pits, orangutans and gorillas
Run up if you want, ain't nothing sweet but the Swishers
Itchy trigger finger, keep my hand on the pistol
Fight, fight, n*gga, shoot something