Bout to Be a Fight

It's 'bout to be a fight in this club (be a fight in this club)

It's 'bout to be a fight in this club (be a fight in this club)

It's 'bout to be a fight in this club (be a fight in this club)

It's 'bout to be a fight in this club (be a fight in this club)

We gon' snatch them up (stomp 'em down)

And beat them down (stomp 'em down)

We gon' snatch them up (stomp 'em down)

And beat them down (stomp 'em down)

We gon' snatch them up (stomp 'em down)

And beat them down (stomp 'em down)

We gon' snatch them up (stomp 'em down)

And beat them down (stomp 'em down)

Down, down

All up in the club with a bad bitch

Ni-nigga acting hard, launching, talking cash shit (pussy)

It ain't nothing for one of these niggas to get blasted

Snatched up out the club, now he's sleeping in a casket

You-you-you don't want that, cause I guarantee you ain't with it

The street shit I live it, but if you talking cash I get it

I ain't gonna say shit, I'mma show a nigga who to play with

Hit a fuck boy the K bitch, it's a premanent vacation (vacation)

No time to be playing games, I don't fight fair, nigga fuck beef

Re-real nigga I'm from the streets, there ain't one of you niggas gon' fuck with me

Frayser Bizzle hitting first, beat a nigga down

All my niggas with the shit, so don't come around

Beating bitches like it ain't nothing, give them stitches

Been tearing clubs up, Mosh Pit niggas

Pulling hoes hair, get robbed, get snatched

Pop your head, cartoon locks for that ass

All black on, looking evil with my goons

I don't play fair, and nigga I don't lose

Smoke a lot of weed, kicking blade with my patnas

Mean mugging bitches, if they jump I'mma pop them

Devil shirt on so I'm feeling real dark

Got pistols in the club, got pistols in the car

I ain't claiming killa, but I will fuck you up

Lesbian kitty, play pussy get stuck

Alright, I moved back to Memphis so I just reloaded my clips

And called my dogs, told them let's go hit Beale Street and get fucking senseless

I can't taste this crown, I can't feel my face, I can't see my hands

I can't smell this OG Wyte Kush and I can't hear the band

So I could give a motherfuck about what you do

We roll in the club and set up shop

Fire up the loud, gather some hoes, pull out the molly, fuck the cops

Fuck your side, bitch we run it, always have and always will

Send your girl over here on that bullshit, I'll send that bitch back on a pill

I got boozers with me, shooters with me, fools with me, I got all of the above

Rowdy rednecks in my crew, we'll snatch you up, we don't give a fuck

Lil Wyte I'm still with this shit, Tear Da Club Up before I leave

I'm drunk as hell and I'm high as fuck, that's how we do it here in Tennessee