Street Fighter Lyrics

I hope you're not afraid of the dark

Cause I found a spot for us to spark

Ready, set, go on your mark

I declare war for your heart

I'll be your street fighter, baby

Your John Wick your gas lighter, baby

Lethal weapon, Tekken

Don't disturb my recording session

Everything basically whack

Don't wanna sound too old when I rap

Welcome to Chi-Raq

My young bull dunking on Shaq

I'm lyrically exhausted

Speeding tickets on my dash

I got nothing left in the tank

I'm on E, I'm gassed

You not nice, you only rap for likes

Think Pink, Friday two

I got barbs for life, uh

It's all a blur, I'm on tour like Yachty

Moving little boats, faster than a Maze'

All my goonies dig for gold

Hey you guys, I went platinum with the stove

No I didn't, who am I kidding, I'm not hov

With no ID, I kill a mic, let's go

I'll be your street fighter, baby

Your John Wick your gas lighter, baby

Lethal weapon, Tekken

Don't disturb my recording session

I'll be your street fighter, baby

Your John Wick your gas lighter, baby

Lethal weapon, Tekken

Don't disturb my recording session

She took one eye at me and winked

I bust a 182 and blinked

Love smells funny, call me stink

Fantasies of tying her to the sink

It went down in the bathroom, she was pink

I'm a skater boy, she Avril Lavigne

Florida gator, fresh out the swamp

Brighter than any bulb, she a lamp

We in the club, without a stamp

Part two of Lady and the Tramp

Andre, she played with my flute

This one time at band camp

I'll be your street fighter, baby

Your John Wick your gas lighter, baby

Lethal weapon, Tekken

Don't disturb my recording session

I'll be your street fighter, baby

Your John Wick your gas lighter, baby

Lethal weapon, Tekken

Don't disturb my recording session

I hope you're not afraid of the dark

Cause I found a spot for us to spark

Ready, set, go on your mark

I declare war for your heart