Fight Night Lyrics

Here's a real high class bout

Lacin' up them leather gloves

Ten toes down you got it bruh

Pick it up, pick it up, drop it on down

SIXSTAR here to go some rounds

Lacin' up them leather gloves

Ten toes down you got it bruh

Promise y'all we've been through hell

Go ahead and ring that bell

Oh its time to git it git it

Y'all can just forget abit it

Wait I meant forget about it

Cause you know we bout it bout it

I'ma put my balls up in between her legs

And nutmeg like the stallion

I prefer my onions on the green side

That's a scallion

Got no fakers, snakers, little takers up in my battalion

We get money our own way

Runnin' it like the jobs Italian

This shit here a marathon

And I got all of my medallions

Smokin' on all sorts of gas

Like we fuckin' work for Crowley

Me, And you

Together that makes two

Nobody really knows all of the shit that we've been through

We chose music as our way out so that's what we gon do

You see our shoes have holes in them

And they not Jimmy Choos Choose

Chooses, Choices

Let me hear your voices

That pack up in my trunk so fat

That you gonna engine hoist it

Gettin hella cream, get a boist for the ointment

Boy you can't just talk to us

Please make an appointment

Fight Night right on sight goin down like

Three hits they zip ya body up just like a soundbite

Throwin bows like we was at an archery protest

Make ya body swole like you been fuckin with the Bowflex

BAH

And now ya bobbin' and weavin

Ya ankles start betrayin, like they wanted for treason

Ya body hit the wobble

While your mind it starts to wonder on some

When I left the house, did I turn off all the water

Oh shit, head meet mat

I think that y'all might get along

By the way that I was rappin

You would think that I was on one

All up in your head, pink hair call me Anya

Catch me bendin flows like my style Adesanya