Fight Night

Pull up with the lamb imma show who i am boy

Ion need no fans boy

You gone understand boy

Come out throwing punches like i just came out the can boy

Tell a demon dummy up, you gone catch these hands boy

So tell me what you waiting for

I ain't pushing weight but I still kill it like it's fentanyl

When they come and kill me make sure that my son is good to go

Baby don't go mourning my death, put on a festival

1, 2 That's a right hook

They say it's so right when i write hooks

You get jooked, all your breath will get took