Lil Wyte & Frayser Boy - Bout To Be A Fight lyrics

[Hook: Lil Wyte] 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 [Verse 1: Frayser Boy] All up in the club with a bad b**h Ni-n***a acting hard, launching, talking cash sh** (p**y) It ain't nothing for one of these n***as 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 sh** I live it, but if you talking cash I get it I ain't gonna say sh**, I'mma show a n***a who to play with Hit a f** boy the K b**h, it's a premanent vacation (vacation) No time to be playing games, I don't fight fair, n***a f** beef Re-real n***a I'm from the streets, there ain't one of you n***as gon' f** with me Frayser Bizzle hitting first, beat a n***a down All my n***as with the sh**, so don't come around [Hook: Lil Wyte] [Verse 2: Gangsta Boo] Beating b**hes like it ain't nothing, give them stitches Been tearing clubs up, Mosh Pit n***as Pulling hoes hair, get robbed, get snatched Pop your head, cartoon locks for that a** All black on, looking evil with my goons I don't play fair, and n***a I don't lose Smoke a lot of weed, kicking blade with my patnas Mean mugging b**hes, 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 k**a, but I will f** you up Lesbian kitty, play p**y get stuck [Hook: Lil Wyte] [Verse 3: Lil Wyte] 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 f**ing 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 motherf** about what you do We roll in the club and set up shop Fire up the loud, gather some hoes, pull out the molly, f** the cops f** your side, b**h we run it, always have and always will Send your girl over here on that bullsh**, I'll send that b**h 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 f** Lil Wyte I'm still with this sh**, Tear Da Club Up before I leave I'm drunk as hell and I'm high as f**, that's how we do it here in Tennessee [Hook: Lil Wyte]