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Paygotti - Fight Back Lyrics

[Intro]
(Ooh, 27CLUB)
Alright, gang, lets really nail it this time, here we go
A-one, a-two
A-one, two, three, four
Uh, okay, okay

[Verse 1]
They callin' me a bully how I'm on these niggas' necks
Creepin' through the night, I'm on they block with Nike Tech and sweats
Baby sent the drop, I grabbed my Glock and said, "I got the rest"
If I send a blitz, my doggy catch him like we playin' fetch
Yeah, yeah, if he spark the funk, then we gon' get the job done
Trust me, brother, you are not no stepper 'til you pop somethin'
You drivin' down a blade and starin', bitch, I'ma tryna knock one
Postin' blick like we still ain't gon' slide, that shit ain't gon' stop nothin'
Exotic suckers in my 'Wood, it make me levitate
Bitch, you outta pocket, sellin' coochie when you know it stank
Bought the ho some hair and pair of heels, but that was pocket change
Ayy, ayy, that was a light bag
Baby, toot that shit up one more time, I kinda like that
Slap the shit up out him, didn't your mama tell you fight back?
Push up on his ass and leave him flattened like an iPad
Remember days when I was clockin' dollars off of dime bags
Yeah, bitch, but I'm a trophy now
Think I might just give this bitch the world if baby hold me down
If I like your post on Instagram, don't mean we homies now
Don't jump inside these waters with no floaties, gon' for surely drown
[Verse 2]
Callin' me a bully how I'm on these niggas' necks
Creepin' through the night, I'm on they block with Nike Tech and sweats
Baby sent the drop, I grabbed my Glock and said, "I got the rest"
If I send a blitz, my doggy catch him like we playin' fetch
Yeah, yeah, if he spark the funk, then we gon' get the job done
Trust me, brother, you are not no stepper 'til you pop somethin'
You drivin' down a blade and starin', bitch, I'ma tryna knock one
Postin' blick like we still ain't gon' slide, that shit ain't gon' stop nothin'
Exotic suckers in my 'Wood, it make me levitate
Bitch, you outta pocket, sellin' coochie when you know it stank
Bought the ho some hair and pair of heels, but that was pocket change
Ayy, ayy, that was a light bag (Ooh, 27CLUB)
Baby, toot that shit up one more time, I kinda like that
Slap the shit up out him, didn't your mama tell you fight back?
Push up on his ass and leave him flattened like an iPad
Remember days when I was clockin' dollars off of dime bags
Yeah, ayy, I kinda miss that
Lyin' through his teeth, so now he sleepin' where the fish at
Sittin' comfortably, I cross my feet, come get some get-back
Kissin' on that bitch, but I put dick where baby lips at

[Outro]
Nigga, hold on
1500, though, bitch