Fight This Shit

Lyrics

[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd] Ayy, Mike, help me, I'm tryna fight the Percs off Undeniable distance, I hit him close, knocked his shirt off Just dug up this .38, I had to wash the dirt off Hit dog hat from long range and knocked the words off [Verse 2: RMC Mike] Two ratchet bitches in my bed now havin' a squirt-off Bullets so big that if I miss, it knock the curb off Her main nigga went out cowardly, I'm a courage dog The only reason that that nigga up 'cause I encouraged dog [Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd] Ooh, I like the whole relationship If you don't like me, then fuck you, you basic bitch You mixin' Baby Phat with Gucci, you distasteful bitch One day I got so mad and almost Maced my bitch [Verse 4: RMC Mike] Hate white people so much, last night, I fucked a racist bitch A week ago, wе shot the club up and got a waitress hit All my diamonds came VVSS, thеre ain't no fakin' shit My young nigga head so fucked up, he got a baby lynched [Verse 5: KrispyLife Kidd] I'll set the Glock down and break your shit You claim this straight drop? I can't taste this shit I send my cousin— ah, I can't say that shit Boyz and IUR, we up next, I know you hate that shit [Verse 6: RMC Mike] Hit my nigga sister, then fold her brother on some Dre-O shit Knocked his ass out one punch on some K.O. shit Damn, that nigga might be dead, I need to lay low quick Every day, I'm ridin' with the B's, on my J.O. shit [Verse 7: KrispyLife Kidd] Makin' plays in Atlanta, I been trippin' South If you wanna fuck my bitch face, I'll pimp her mouth I don't really do the fake friends, I could do without Home renovation with this bitch, I could flip a house If I ain't president in my hood, I should've ran for it Seen my uncle make fifty thousand off an Android This all rap money, but I could've scammed for it Dog tried to slide, knocked out the dashboard [Verse 8: RMC Mike] Well, I'm the mayor of my hood, niggas know what's crackin' My nigga in the wheelchair pop you, shout out Noble Patrick Hit a nigga with this cannon quick, yeah, I'm photo-matic Cut the bitch off, she can't suck dick and so dramatic We can't even conversate if you ain't got a global status Slide down in a pickup truck, finna unload ratchets Nowadays, niggas come soft like clothes fabric I got so much faith, I drove to the D.O.E., nigga, no cappin' [Verse 9: KrispyLife Kidd] Could still get you a half for eighty-five My granny got a friend that still sell green ten a line Cousins tried to hit my bitch, I fucked his for the pride Did some shit in broad daylight, I ain't care to hide [Verse 10: RMC Mike] I got a thing for fuckin' hoes with different languages My main bitch caught me in a new entanglement I ain't wanna pop the ho, so I strangled her Woke the bitch up and had sex, I got a thing for her