Fight!

[Intro: BBY KEO]
Ayy
Yo, ayy

[Verse 1: BBY KEO]
I know that boy ain't talkin' shit, he talkin' out his neck
We could set it off, we could hit, pussy boy, you ain't on shit
You flexin' for the female, but don't you ever leave me
She gon' fuck me and she won't tell, I won't say a word
Ain't no talkin', it's on sight, bitch
I tried to let it slide but now I'm tired of all that nice shit
Hi, bitch! Don't try to run, we finna fight now
He pulled up with his crew to come jump me, that's some' light now
We popped out on that pussy, we comin' from left and right now
For his blood, I'm fiendin'
I fuck his bitch 'til she creamin', yeah, I'm just a demon
Abusin' life with no meanin', they deemin' me a threat
So let me get a taste of that blood that's right on ya neck
Keep on talkin' shit, I'ma kill him and eat his flesh
No, I'm not a human, go try me, ya bitch next
Yeah, go try me, ya bitch next
Keep on talkin' shit, I'ma kill him and eat his flesh, ayy

[Verse 2: September Savior]
September Savior, save her, savor the flavor
Runnin' outta time, I'm ready to meet my maker
Can't hold up, I'm never waitin', pacin', ain't got no patience
Pattin' up, then pass it off, then bounce off like basketball
Rebound it and get a grip, I'on need assistance
Don't foul me, I'll fuck you up, I'm shootin', never miss shit
I'm dunkin' like I'm LeBron, like Curry, I got some distance
And boy, don't call no timeout, don't let them tell you different
Stay persistent and passionate, always trust the instincts
They can't forget you, can't forget to cannot keep no issues
Shootin' missiles, bitches cryin', better pass the tissues
And now she thinkin' 'bout our future just because I kissed her
Listen, bitch, fuck love, I wish I never did shit
I should've kept it buckled up, I should've kept my distance
I wish I never said, "Love," never said I missed you
Now, I just keep my sins inside, I wish I never m—

[Break: September Savior]
Yo, yo, dawg
Why the fuck you talkin' 'bout love, bruh? Shit off topic

[Verse 3: September Savior]
Off-topic and it's chronic (C'mon, bro)
Now I'm always emo like I'm posted at Hot Topic
Eatin' Hot Pockets
Thot, stop it, Goodnight, Derek, now my profits poppin'
Copped the top notches, and these hoes ridin' my cock-rocket
And everybody want a feat' like they a foot doctor
And everybody on my meat, but I'm rock-solid
And I'm just tryna get some green like I love salad

[Outro: September Savior]
Haha
The fuck?
Aha, aha
Yo, fuck
The fuck does that even mean?
You suck