Fight Night Round 3 lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
If I was down to my last dollar, give a f*ck what they think
We gon' load a 80 benz and a old impala
Told this b*tch, "My boys from Detroit," she askin' us about Sada
My wife prolly up in New York making enchiladas
b*tch want me to put her in school, I am not your papa
.30 clip and it feel full, I'm in my mood
Ready to road rage in a Rolls (Ayy)
Ready to road rage in a Rolls to go hit your ho
b*tch, leave me alone when I'm home and I'm sipping my four
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 Shawty 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 got everything, man, Saint Laurent
n*gga say they see on the jet and on the block
Give a bad b*tch four 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 youngins 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 rap 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 your ho house
Riding with a hundred twenty shots, boy, that's four Glocks
Me and face had shows and lows 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

[Verse 4: Lil 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 buddy was your OG, why they ho'in' him out?

[Verse 5: Babyface 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 globetrottin' like I'm playing in Harlem
[Verse 6: Veeze]
Riding 'round like we ain’t famous with a Glock and a 'Rari
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 twenty thousand for the times I was starvin'

[Verse 7: Lil Yachty]
If she pop a X pill, then that pus*y, I'm carving
I done f*cked a thousand b*tches 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 you b*tches want a Birkin
How the hell his nails painted and his n*ggas might murk you?
Made a million dollars cash in a 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 purchase
Ah, I meant purchases
This b*tch mad I ain’t text back, she worthless