Fist Fight!

[Intro]
Hoo, hah
Morteh
Bitch! (Hoo, ayy)
Ganger, gang, gang (Ayy)
Ganger, gang, gang, gang, gang (Ayy, yuh)
It's kid death, I'm geeked up in the fuckin' stu' (Hahahaha)
Haha, ooh

[Pre-Chorus]
You don't really want no smoke, huh?
Second-hand smoke, huh?
Ain't no time for laughin' because life is not a joke, huh? (Bitch!)
Ho blow up my phone, huh?
Please leave me alone, huh?
I just wanna bone, huh?
Then you goin' home, huh?

[Chorus]
Look like ooh, fist fight, huh?
I get high like kite, huh?
Ooh, private flight, huh?
Hop on private flight, huh? (Ooh)
I'm like, rollie tick-tock, ooh
Rollin', drop top, ooh
Little thot-thot
Wanna hop in drop top, ooh (Huh, huh, huh)

[Verse]
Bitch I fuck on checks, I'm not worried 'bout no wife, huh?
I want private jets, I'm not worried 'bout your life, huh?
Bitch, look at my neck, can't you tell I'm makin' money, huh?
Woke up in the mornin' and this 'wap made me clumsy, huh?