Fight Night (feat. Sheluvchris)

I'm rockin' polo but I do not cap a lot Caught his ass lackin and we shot him on the spot Throw that bitch out cause she know she a thot Hear that gun sound, that finna go Tryna fight, you know you get dropped If I'ma lose, you gon' get popped Cook you like a stew, put it in the pot Runnin' from 12, never get caught Shot bro quick, cause he talkin' shit Bro was talking too, so he in my spliff Pussy motherfuckers, now they gon' dip If you gon' run, better not trip I don't know magic, but you gon' get tricked My name is Chris, suck on my dick Opps always mad cause I'm fuckin' a bitch Don't give a f*ck, cause I am the shit Hit him only once and I got an assist Don't got my gun, then I'm usin' my fist Ooh you sad, why you cuttin' your wrist Shootin' from three, bitch you know I really swish Hit his ass up, made him say his last wish Motherfuckers can't really f*ck with me Hit him and died real luckily, but still in recovery Wrap his ass up, now he lookin' like a mummy Lil bro talkin' shit like he really think he funny Like, shut your ass up, go and get yourself some money Pull up to the party your clothes lookin' bummy Stomp his ass out, now you know he lookin' bloody Buzzing like a bee, I ain't talkin' bout no honey Try to flake off, now he hoppin' like a bunny Smokin' on the white, makin' your nose really runny Bitch dick suckin', yeah you know she really gawking Hit him with the K, now you know he not talkin Said he really blood, make him start crip walkin One, two, three, four Hit his ass up, then we leave him on the floor Empty out the clip, then we dumpin' some more Man he really pussy, he ain't even wanna blow Said you really bout it, then you know you gotta show Pop him in the head, now you really know he dead Pullin' out my pencil, I'ma fill up him with lead Saw the gun once now he lookin' at the red Watch him bleed out as he took his last breath Think that we nice and we sweet Take you out right at the beat AR take you off your feet All these motherfuckers wanna be me F*ck it, smoked him, put him on the TV Smoked a new pack, that shit was too easy J on the dot, I ain't talkin' no breezy If you want problems, then come go and see me Wet like water, I ain't talkin' no Fiji I ain't no bitch, I ducking no action If you want smoke, then come get the static If you want heat, I'll let you have it Fucked on your bitch, then you know that I passed it Gettin' money, now we laughing Slimey as hell like a catfish F*ck your girl, man she a fat bitch Cut your ass up, just like a cabbage Twenty-one shots in the Glock, no savage We got twenty-one poles If you want the smoke, then we pull up and shoot your bros I be spinnin' these hoes Slide on they block, me and Chris stand ten toes Like I'll show you a highlight If he want smoke, then I put him on fight night (Boom, boom) Heard you strugglin', you fight life Glock with a beam, I'll show you a bright light I got balmains walkin' the club Step on the court and I'm takin' the dub When I'm up they don't like showing love Always stay solid my brothers above Zip him up, but this ain't no lays Get in the field and I'm makin' the plays Catch a opp, I been waitin' for days Just bought an ARP, it sprays I been t'd up, I ain't talkin' no touchdown I got clamps like Bev, I'm shut down Any opp talkin', they get run down Kings of the city, I just can't come down I drop a shot and Chris drop two Bitch on my dick, ain't nothin' new Man you fake I can see right through They know who I am, but who are you We got twenty-one poles If you want the smoke then we pull up and shoot your bros Ayy come on Chris man why we do them like that man Can't f*ck with us