Fight Back

[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)
What the hell?
How the hell?
Huh

[Chorus]
I'm high as fuck, I pull some ’za up out the Thrax bag
She wanna fuck because I posted with a Saks bag
You want a feat', you should be askin', "What’s the cash tag?"
Reachin' in my bucket sayin' shit like I'm on Trash Mat
#mrmakeithappen for a reason
I might fuck Ice Spice and steal her chain while she's sleepin'
Gave a fiend white Runtz, he broke down and started tweakin'
Gave a bitch one look, she broke down, started [?]

[Verse 1]
Told my granny I punch up on the beats, she think I writе raps
They keep sleepin' on me, need to lose thе fuckin’ nightcap
Extra in the back with shawty walkin’ with a bike rack
Beat it with your bitch around, damn, pussy, fight back

[Interlude]
Fight back! Fight back!

[Verse 2]
(Shit)
Boy, you better get a gun or somethin'
Walkin’ with a hunny, she gon' let me in her bun or somethin'
Askin' for some money, damn, are you dumb or somethin’?
Your bitch pull up on me, yeah, she droppin' that "Dun-dun-dun"
Walkin' with some shit that's lookin' like I won the Jumbo Bucks
Jumpin' out in Barclay, I might fuck around and dunk on [?]
Had to grind and you can, too, bitch, I ain't got no luck

[Chorus]
I'm high as fuck, I pull some 'za up out the Thrax bag
She wanna fuck because I posted with a Saks bag
You want a feat', you should be askin', "What's the cash tag?"
Reachin' in my bucket sayin' shit like I'm on Trash Mat
#mrmakeithappen for a reason
I might fuck Ice Spice and steal her chain while she's sleepin'
Gave a fiend white Runtz, he broke down and started tweakin'
Gave a bitch one look, she broke down, started [?]

[Verse 3]
Gave a fiend one gram and then he hit the fuckin' Crank That
In a different city, where the closest fuckin' bank at?
I just want the money, give a fuck 'bout where I'm ranked at
Bitch, I'm really up, I'm still gon' dunk it if the lane packed
Why they hatin' on me? 'Cause I'm white? Walk diversify
Faded in the booth, finger pointin' like I'm certified
Need a three-five? I'ma need a hundred thirty-five
Back in '09, I was ballin' on 'em, playin' live
Oh, shit, they alive, I done brought the bars back
Skinny motherfucker, but I'm walkin' with a large stack
Shit talkin' ballin', got him thinkin' that LaVar back
Boy, I know you sick, your baby mama need her car back

[Chorus]
I'm high as fuck, I pull some 'za up out the Thrax bag
She wanna fuck because I posted with a Saks bag
You want a feat', you should be askin', "What's the cash tag?"
Reachin' in my bucket sayin' shit like I'm on Trash Mat
#mrmakeithappen for a reason
I might fuck Ice Spice and steal her chain while she's sleepin'
Gave a fiend white Runtz, he broke down and started tweakin'
Gave a bitch one look, she broke down, started [?]