Fights Don't Matter

(专辑： We Know The Truth - 2020)

I looked at my wrist two times and caught pneumonia
I hopped out the coupe with Nina Ross, she is a smoker
If you never had a shootout at the club, pass my blower (Smoov, what's good, baby?)
I just beat a nigga where the Neiman Marcus store at (Thank You Fizzle)
Walking on water, critics say that I'm icy, Saweetie
I just made him drop it like it's hot with a mic on me
Niggas staring at me like we cool, I'm not your friend
The plug told me seventeen a piece, I started Paisa dancing
Mister big bank uchie face
Can I hit your cup? She got hit with the stupid face
This was back in my Gucci days
I turned to Jet Li and got blood on my Boosie fade

Niggas sneak dissing every day, let the mic go answer
Tell this nigga BM stop texting, I might go blamp her
Bought the whole hood, Instagram us, couldn't find no manners
I'ma give him thirty-three shots 'cause fights don't matter, shit
Tell this nigga BM stop texting, I might go blamp her, nigga
I'ma give him thirty-three shots 'cause fights don't matter

Thirty-three shots, bitch, I ain't finna fight no nigga
I'ma leave him dead in the street with his iPhone 7
When I left the coupe, all you saw was banana peels
He ain't dodge shit, I'm tryna pull off in that Challenger
Custom-made pieces, we don't never touch the mannequin
It'll be a steel cage match, try to challenge us
Let me guess, this why all you niggas mad at us
'Cause we kept the street code and we got our fanbase up

Niggas sneak dissing every day, let the mic go answer
Tell this nigga BM stop texting, I might go blamp her
Bought the whole hood, Instagram us, couldn't find no manners
I'ma give him thirty-three shots 'cause fights don't matter, shit
Tell this nigga BM stop texting, I might go blamp her, nigga
I'ma give him thirty-three shots 'cause fights don't matter, shit

This for any nigga tryna bogart
I gave him ten, the other ninety just to show off, shit
What you know 'bout me?
I'm out the window of the Benny like Hulk Hogy
I'm a showboater
And stop screaming out my name, bitch, I don't know you, shit
I'ma go pour 'em
Wait 'til you see me drop a hundred up in slow motion
You think I'm dumb, hold up
I bought ten Ace bottles and dropped the club owner, nigga
I know I'm wrong, hold up
My shooters pulled up with them sticks like it was pro bono, shit

Niggas sneak dissing every day, let the mic go answer
Tell this nigga BM stop texting, I might go blamp her
Bought the whole hood, Instagram us, couldn't find no manners
I'ma give him thirty-three shots 'cause fights don't matter, shit
Tell this nigga BM stop texting, I might go blamp her, nigga
I'ma give him thirty-three shots 'cause fights don't matter