Fight Club

Aye backdoor season but we shooting through your deadbolt Look through tha peephole and where tha hell yo head go What was that you said tho Uh uh before that Back when you said you was having all that cash before rap But weren't you out here asking me for loans with your poor ass 'Fore you step inside just while your feet on the floormat Persian rhythm rugs and a bunch of empty floor mats Intercept your pack like not my fault you threw a poor pass Taxing out tha backdoor and and kicking in ya front door Beat a case like Ray Lewis cuz I shoot like Rondo Two P's of tha gas for tha fourty-five-hundo Tell me what you want What you really really want tho Flex fundamentals hit tha stretch with my team hoe She say yeah yeah yeah but Nami what tha f*ck that mean tho That means cash in hand and hand that money through tha screen door Everybody talk all of that Robins with the wings tho Uh uh nope bitch I don't even think so Nami need a wardrobe for his alter ego Number (N)ine jeans with the bloody Still spending money since I shot them old free throws Oh and don't you send me no more SoundCloud links hoe I don't wanna be friends unless you wanna bring friends I don't wanna be friends unless you wanna bring friends And then I might just have to reconsider that too Goddamn Nami why tha f*ck you such a bad dude And what good does that do Be tha change you wish to see in those who like to act a fool So how's that gon matter too F*ck around and let tha money go what latitude For what goes up on tha air bound to come back at you SoundCloud rappers like "let me get a crack at you bet you won't battle me" Shit I do you one better like Bet you won't come after me I wet your mommas house up light Bet yo ass ain't mad at me Separate two organs like a lesson in anatomy Tony Stark heart charged up like a battery And even if it ain't there I'm coming for my heart right Seriously you still tryna act tha damn part like You ain't got tha jen ese qua to let it spark bright And you still tryna get some shine in tha dark right No bite in you all that goddamn bark like I know them fish ain't gon eat you but I know that them sharks might Uh uh nope bitch I don't even think so Nami need a wardrobe for his alter ego Number (N)ine jeans with the bloody Still spending money since I shot them old free throws Oh and don't you send me no more SoundCloud links hoe I don't wanna be friends unless you wanna bring friends I don't wanna be friends unless you wanna bring friends And then I might just have to reconsider that too