Video Fight Night Round 3 de Lil Yachty 2025 Rap Lyrics

Lil Yachty - Fight Night Round 3 Lyrics

Fight Night Round 3 Song Lyrics
Fight Night Round 3 by Lil Yachty [Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
If I was down to my last dollar, give a f**k what they think
We gon’ load up eighty bands in an old Impala
Told this b**ch, “My boys from Detroit,” she askin’ us about Sada
My wife prolly up in New York making enchiladas
b**ch want me to put her in school, I am not your papa
.30 clip and it feel full, I’m in my mood
Ready to road rage in a Rolls (Ayy)
Ready to road rage in a Rolls to go hit your ho
b**ch, leave me alone when I’m home and I’m sipping my four
Niggas better not run up on me wrong, that sh*t in my coat
And it clear they lookin’ at Boat just like he the Pope

[Verse 2: Babyface Ray]
You know I done done it all, I ain’t Shawty Lo
Rap nigga play with the bag, keep it on the low
Cool nigga run with the steppers, steppin’ on the dope
I just-I just touched down, Yachty scooped me Double R
I think I got everything, man, Saint Laurent
Nigga say they see on the jet and on the block
Give a bad b**ch four minutes like a vibe
Lil’ cuz said he want some money, send him out
Spot banging like it’s fast food, In-N-Out
If my youngins catch a nigga outside, they’ll spin the block
How the f**k these niggas actin’ like they street? They in the house

[Verse 3: Veeze]
Heard that nigga want the clout, f**k it, put them in a cloud
Heard the brokest niggas loud, that’s why I don’t make a sound
That nigga said he don’t like Veeze, he don’t know why
I read about sh*t you ain’t seen or you ain’t know about
I sleep on Chrome Heart pillows at Lil Boat house
I’m doing scamming, sending bows to your ho house
Riding with a hundred twenty shots, boy, that’s four Glocks
Me and face had shows and lows and they sold out
We just turned a San Fran’ mansion to a grow house
I just spent three thousand on a coat ’cause it’s cold now

[Verse 4: Lil Yachty]
I can’t ride around in that Bentley ’cause it’s old now
I can’t hang around with that nigga ’cause he told now
You was just a gangsta online, why you folding now?
I thought body was your OG, why they ho’in’ him out?

[Verse 5: Babyface Ray]
Pull up in ATL with them things, make it snow in the south
Trappin’ by the door in my room, it’s one more on the couch
Seventeen wavy, not a yacht in the water
Rolex shopping, seen the Yacht’ and I bought it
Me and Meech treat the gallery like a office
Lately, I been globetrottin’ like I’m playing in Harlem

[Verse 6: Veeze]
Riding ’round like we ain’t famous with a Glock and a ‘Rari
All my niggas banging red, like they got hired at Target
‘Bout to change my name to Ken, all my b**ches be Barbies
She keep throwing me the pussy, but I really don’t want it
If her throat could have a baby, I might end up on Maury
Walk around with twenty thousand for the times I was starvin’

[Verse 7: Lil Yachty]
If she pop a X pill, then that pussy, I’m carving
I done f**ked a thousand b**ches who BD’s think I’m garbage
Well it’s a pandemic, world recession, I’m never starving
Nigga play with my money, leave him lumpy like Martin
Let’s be honest, I’m the real reason you b**ches want a Birkin
How the hell his nails painted and his niggas gonna murk you?
Made a million dollars cash in a bank I ain’t go to
Seen what you said online, I just really don’t know you
Why would I shine some light on these niggas on purpose?
My b**ch bring her friend, it’s gon’ turn to a circus
I just got mad at Veeze, he don’t check his purchases
Ah, I’m in purses
This b**ch mad I ain’t text back, she worthless