Mike Will Made-It, Eearz, Gucci Mane, YG, Trouble, Quavo, Juicy J - F.I.G.H.T.

Why do you wanna fight
What you talking about, I just told you why
No you didn't Donnie
Why do you wanna fight
I get why they wanna fight you, I know what they're fighting for, what about you
Listen to me, you got everything to lose, he's got nothing to lose
When a fighter ain't got nothing to lose, he's dangerous

Chorus: Eearz
Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight
Give a fuck what my nigga did
Run 'em down, work 'em, that rumble
Give a fuck what my nigga did
Run 'em down, work 'em, that rumble
All of you stuck in the projects, nigga I'm goin' off site
All of you stuck in the projects, nigga I'm goin' off site
Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, fight

Verse 1: Eearz & Juicy J
Who got my back Ain't nobody holdin' me back
I'm out here fighting for my life, no tellin' what come with it right
My momma needed bills and lights
I'm prayin' for some better days
I can't go havin' sleepless nights Shit
But nigga that's life, when you tryna do right like Spike
But the licks be lookin' enticing
This shits such a roll of the dice, police wanna read me rights
I got no time to relax, when the wall up against my back
My vice reach on a ten, nigga I'll knock out your lights
Mike Will saved my life, this life will hit you like Mike, Tyson
We steady then go on strike Boom
Fuck these niggas mean Nigga I grew up mean
Nigga I came up in scenes that these niggas never seen
Everyday I got to-

Chorus: Eearz & Gucci Mane
Fight, fight, Ayy, fight Yeah, fight Mike Will
Fight Bitch, fight, fight, fight
Fight Evil Genius, fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, fight, fight

Verse 2: Gucci Mane
My bitch went through my phone last night when I was sleep
Woke up startin' a fight, 'bout a quarter passed three
Who is Diane, Gucci who is Monique
I said I'm the dope man, everybody know me It's Gucci
Chillin' in the club, in the V.I.P
Nigga hand frigid and all the hoes dig it
There's always one young nigga, wanna be brave
Like we gon' put his ass on the fuckin' front page
Put your hands on your knees, that's a R.I.P
Well it's hum like a hummingbird, sting like a bee
Put the drum in the bitch, make her mute, make it kick
She so sprung on the dick, she just swung on the bitch

Chorus: Eearz
Fight, fight, fight Huh, fight
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, fight, fight

Interlude: Project Pat
We gon' rumble in this ho
All you weak ass niggas get yo' ass off the floor
We gon' rumble in this ho
We gon' rumble in this ho
All you weak ass niggas get yo' ass off the floor
We gon'-

Verse 3: YG
Kick a nigga in the head with the hard bottoms
Your homies is dying, I don't give no fuck, that's your problem
Tryna catch yo' ass when your homies around ya
I ain't tryna talk, I'm gon' beat the ho up out ya
Hit your ass with that left right, left right, hit him in the chest right
Knock his as out out, hope he lived his best life
I be in his ear sayin' gang like, gang like
I be on a jet niggas still better think twice
I be on with the homies on the block, they ain't livin' right
I be on with the homies on the block, that're killer type
I be with the homies, with the homies, with the homies
With the homies, with the homies, with the homies, yeah gorilla type
YG stole that, no nigga hold that, fuck your party, spark me up, throw that
Niggas know the program, the program, the program
Spit in a niggas face, pipe a nigga ho down
Take a nigga chain, take a nigga chain
Take a nigga chain then sell it back to him
Now everybody knew, everybody knew you a ho
And so YG do em'

Chorus: Eearz
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, fight, fight And so YG do em'
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, fight, fight

Verse 4: Trouble
Fighting like all of my life, know I'm real right and the streets call me Zilla
Leanin' up there, that what you like, heard you been talkin' up under your pillows
I get it poppin' on sight, not just with Mike, get you beat like I'm Mike Will
That drum hangin' under the TEC, kill, the drummer like Eearz and Dipset
Give a fuck about a nigga height, I still put you lil' babies on ice
You can be same way that I be, get hit with they car he sounding like
Pump it up for a nigga then, tell 'em come let the gorillas in
They don't wanna let the gorillas in
It's okay I been knockin' doors off the hinge
Get the gloves if you 'bout it
In your zone homocide get you watered, know the Scoob get you watered
You can fuck with me Seriously doubt it, your trick got rerouted
Now tell me what the fuck is your problem
You gotta be ready fool, don't tell me you ain't hear the announcement

Chorus: Eearz & Trouble
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, fight, fight Don't tell me you ain't hear the announcement
Fight, fight, fight Hey, fight Hey
Fight Hey, fight Hey, fight Hey, fight Hey

Verse 5: Quavo
Yeah, knuckle up, knuckle up
Nigga got hit with the upper cut
He got a cut on his eye, damn now he can't see it done closed up Damn
Fuck it Fuck it, fight Fight
Get your stripes Stripes, bow Bow Bow
Hit him knockin' out your lights Hit him
Look at my arm, my knuckle, my knuckle, now he lay down in front of me Hold me up
My momma would told pipe 'em up, pipe 'em up, while she was sittin' in the front seat Momma
It be like, I coulda used combos, but I hit him with a one piece Combos
It be like, I coulda just told you, I rather you one me One up
It be like, he hit the canvas, whole crowd a be like Oh
You went out the saddest, whole crowd a be like Woo
I can imagine, view from the ground, it be like Damn
Wanna rematch it Hit my phone and be like-

Chorus: Eearz & Juicy J
Fight Hey, fight Hey, fight Hey, fight Hit 'em
Fight Hit 'em, fight Hit 'em, fight Hit 'em, fight Hit 'em
Fight Left, fight Right, fight Left, fight Right
Fight Hit 'em, fight Hit 'em, fight, fight
Shut da fuc up

Verse 6: Juicy J
Mama didn't have it Yeah hoe, so they cut off the lights Yeah hoe
Now I'm drippin' in ice Yeah hoe, and we don't need no lights Yeah hoe
You want that check first you gotta earn stripes
I've been through hell, feel like i did it twice
I got it bussin' like I got the pipe
Came up from nothin', I'm uppin' the price
I'm from the jungle Jumanji, where gorillas and apes be Yeah hoe
You don't wanna rumble Yeah hoe, these niggas can't take me Yeah hoe
Niggas said that they love me Yeah hoe, but they show me they hate me Yeah hoe
It's a cold, cold world, no need for AC Yeah hoe
Nigga I have my own bag, rich nigga I own that
Nigga I'm from the projects, got a house where the Combs at
I ain't tryna kick it, no air in the ball, that mothafucker on flat
I cannot lose like Floyd when this on the line, it's no match
Tried to take it and you gotta-

Outro
Fight, fight, fight