Yung Balentiaga - CAGEFIGHT Lyrics

Pussies on my neck and they still talk a lot
Where your moves at fam, you've got nothing to talk about
I've got my mind set and my step set and I'm walking out
You should better step back cause I ain't ever watching out
Ou, I ain't got time for the winners
Ou, I ain't got time for the quitters
Ou, you better step back, 'cause in my backpack
I go bap bap bap
Yeah, you think I'm finished
Minding my business
Fuck all the feelings
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Your bitch wanna meet me, she want me to spit in her gob
But that plea is all gonna flop
I am a king, you know that and I don't wanna stop
Still I'm addicted to slops
This Hell in a Cell, you climb, you fall to your death
I'm offline, I don't want a AT
Why do you act, you pussies all rotting in hell
She still take what she get
How many times do I gotta say, I don't give a shit
Better not ask questions, I'd rather let you take a hit
Want 'em big batty, big gyals, nah I don't give a shit
All these words out my mouth, better not get fucking flipped
Bitch I'm the king and I know it
None of my currencies foreign
Local shit, don't keep it remote
I want the bag and not fame on the phone
Take it slow, don't rock on the boat
Leave me 'lone, bitch I want my own
Y'all chicken shit compared to my own
Y'all chicken shit compared to my own

Pussies on my neck and they still talk a lot
Where your moves at fam, you've got nothing to talk about
I've got my mind set and my step set and I'm walking out
You should better step back cause I ain't ever watching out
Ou, I ain't got time for the winners
Ou, I ain't got time for the quitters
Ou, you better step back, 'cause in my backpack
I go bap bap bap
Yeah, you think I'm finished
Minding my business
Fuck all the feelings
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Your bitch wanna meet me, she want me to spit in her gob
But that plea is all gonna flop
I am a king, you know that and I don't wanna stop
Still I'm addicted to slops
This Hell in a Cell, you climb, you fall to your death
I'm offline, I don't want a AT
Why do you act, you pussies all rotting in hell
She still take what she get
How many times do I gotta say, I don't give a shit
Better not ask questions, I'd rather let you take a hit
Want 'em big batty, big gyals, nah I don't give a shit
All these words out my mouth, better not get fucking flipped
Bitch I'm the king and I know it
None of my currencies foreign
Local shit, don't keep it remote
I want the bag and not fame on the phone
Take it slow, don't rock on the boat
Leave me 'lone, bitch I want my own
Y'all chicken shit compared to my own
Y'all chicken shit compared to my own