Lil Yachty - Fight Night Round 3 lyrics

[Lil Yachty] If I was down to my last dollar, give a fu*k what they think We gon' load up eighty bands in an 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 ni**as 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 [Babyface Ray] You know I done done it all, I ain't Shotty Lo Rap ni**a play with the bag, keep it on the low Cool ni**a 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 ni**a 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 ni**a outside, they'll spin the block How the fu*k these ni**as actin' like they street? They in the house [Veeze] Heard that ni**a want the clout, fu*k it, put them in a cloud Heard the brokest ni**as loud, that's why I don't make a sound That ni**a 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 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 [Lil Yachty] I can't ride around in that Bentley 'cause it's old now I can't hang around with that ni**a 'cause he told now You was just a gangsta online, why you folding now? I thought body was your OG, why they ho'in' him out? [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 [Veeze] Riding 'round like we ain't famous with a Glock and a 'Rari All my ni**as 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 pussy, 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' [Lil Yachty] If she pop a X pill, then that pussy, I'm carving I done fu*ked a thousand b*tches who BD's think I'm garbage Well it's a pandemic, world recession, I'm never starving ni**a 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 ni**as gonna 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 ni**as 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 Ah, I'm in purses This b*tch mad I ain't text back, she worthless