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F.I.G.H.T.

Mike WiLL Made-It, Eearz, Gucci Mane, YG, Trouble, Quavo & Juicy J

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

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Eearz

Vocals

Gucci Mane

Vocals

YG

Vocals

Trouble

Vocals

Quavo

Vocals

Juicy J

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Michael L. Williams II

Michael L. Williams II

Songwriter

Jordan Houston

Songwriter

Christopher Jarmal Lee

Christopher Jarmal Lee

Songwriter

Jonathan Lewis

Songwriter

Keenon Jackson

Songwriter

Mariel Orr

Songwriter

Quavious Marshall

Quavious Marshall

Songwriter

Radric Delantic Davis

Radric Delantic Davis

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Mike WiLL Made-It

Mike WiLL Made-It

Producer

lil jay on the track

lil jay on the track

Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Why do you wanna fight?

What you talkin' 'bout? I just told you why

No, you didn't, Donny

Why do you wanna fight?

I get why they wanna fight you

I know what they're fightin' 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

[Verse 2]

(F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T.)

(F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T.)

(F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T.)

(F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T., uh)

[Verse 3]

Give a fuck what my **** did

Run 'em down, work 'em, that rumble

Give a fuck what my **** did

Run 'em down, work 'em, that rumble

All of you stuck in the projects

****, I'm goin' offsite

All of you stuck in the projects

****, I'm goin' offsite

[Verse 4]

(F.I.G.H.T, F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T.)

(F.I.G.H.T, F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T.)

(F.I.G.H.T, F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T.)

(F.I.G.H.T, F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T., uh)

[Verse 5]

Who got my back? Ain't nobody holdin' me back

I'm out here fightin' for my life, no tellin' what come with it, right?

My mama needed bills and lights

I'm prayin' for some better days

I can't go havin' sleepless nights (Shit)

But ****, that's life

When you're tryna do right like Spike

But the licks be lookin' enticin'

This shit's 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, ****, 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 **** mean? ****, I grew up mean

****, I came up in scenes that these **** never seen

Every day, I got to

[Verse 6]

(F.I.G.H.T, F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T.)

(F.I.G.H.T, F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T.)

(F.I.G.H.T, F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T.)

(F.I.G.H.T, F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T., uh)

[Verse 7]

My bitch went through my phone last night when I was sleep

Woke up startin' a fight 'bout a quarter past 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.

**** wrist frigid and all the hoes dig it

But there's always one young **** wanna be brave

Like we gon' put his ass on the fuckin' front page

Put your hands on me, that's a R.I.P.

Well, it's hum like a hummingbird, sting like a bee

Put the drum in the bitch, like a mule, make it kick

She so sprung on the dick, she just swung on the bitch

[Verse 8]

(F.I.G.H.T, F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T.)

(F.I.G.H.T, F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T.)

(F.I.G.H.T, F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T.)

(F.I.G.H.T, F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T.)

[Verse 9]

(We gon' rumble in this ho, we gon' rumble in this ho)

(All you weak ass ****, get your ass off the floor)

(We gon' rumble in this ho, we gon' rumble in this ho)

(All you weak ass ****, get your ass off the floor)

(We gon')

[Verse 10]

Kick a **** in the head with these hard bottoms

Your homies is dyin', I don't give no fuck, that's your problem

I'm tryna catch your ass when your homies ain't around you

I ain't tryna talk, I'm gon' beat the ho up out you

Hit your ass with that left, right, left, right, him in the chest right

Knock his ass out, out, hoped he lived his best life

I be in his ear sayin' gang like, gang like

I be on the jet, **** still better think twice

I be with the homies on the block, they ain't livin' right

I be with the homies on the block, they the 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, ****, hold that

Fuck your party, spark me up, throw that

**** know the program, the program, the program

Spit in a **** face, pipe a **** ho down

Take a **** chain, take a **** chain

Take a **** chain, then sell it back to him

Now e'rybody knew, e'rybody knew you a ho

And so YG do 'em

[Verse 11]

(F.I.G.H.T, F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T.)

(F.I.G.H.T, F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T.)

(And so YG do 'em)

(F.I.G.H.T, F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T.)

(F.I.G.H.T, F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T., uh)

[Verse 12]

Fightin' like all of my life, know I'm real right

And the streets call me Zilla

Leanin' up, that what you like

Heard you be 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 Eears and Dipset

Give a fuck about a **** height, I still put you lil' babies on ice

You can be the same way that I be

Get hit with that car that be soundin' like

Pump it up for a ****, then tell 'em "Come let the gorillas in"

They don't wanna let the gorillas in

It's okay, I be knockin' doors off the hinge

Get the gloves if you 'bout it

In your Zone, homicide, get you watered

Know the Scoob get you watered

You can fuck with me? Seriously doubt it

Your trip got rerouted, now tell me, why the fuck is you poutin'?

You gotta be ready, fool

Don't tell me you ain't hear the announcement

[Verse 13]

(F.I.G.H.T, F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T.)

(F.I.G.H.T, F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T.)

(Don't tell me you ain't hear the announcement)

(F.I.G.H.T, F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T.)

(F.I.G.H.T, F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T., uh)

[Verse 14]

(Yes, sir) Knuckle up, knuckle up

**** got hit with the uppercut

He got a cut on his eye, damn, now he can't see, it done closed up

Fuck it, fight, get your stripes

Hit him, knockin' out your lights

Look at my arm, my knuckle, my knuckle

Now he lay down in front of me

My mama told me, pipe 'em up, pipe 'em up

While she was sittin' in the front seat

It be like, I coulda used combos, but I hit him wit' a one-piece

It be like, I coulda just told you, I rather you one me

It be like, oh, he hit the canvas, whole crowd

It be like, oh, you went out the saddest, whole crowd

It be like, woo, I can imagine, view from the ground

It be like, damn, wanna rematch it? Hit my phone and be like

[Verse 15]

(F.I.G.H.T, F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T.)

(F.I.G.H.T, F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T.)

(F.I.G.H.T, F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T.)

(F.I.G.H.T, F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T.)

[Verse 16]

Mama didn't have it, so they cut off the lights

Now I'm drippin' in ice, and we don't need no lights

You want that check, first you gotta earn stripes

I been through hell, feel like I did it twice

I got it bustin' like I got the pipe

Came up from nothing, I'm uppin' the price

I'm from the jungle (Jumanji), where gorillas and apes be

You don't wanna rumble, these **** can't take me

**** said that they love me, but they show me they hate me

It's a cold, cold world, no need for AC

****, I have my own bag, rich ****, I own that

****, I'm from the projects, got a house where the Combs at

I ain't tryna kick it, no air in the ball, that muhfucker on flat

I cannot lose like Floyd, when that's on the line, it's no match

Try to take it, and you gotta

[Verse 17]

(F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T., F.I.G.H.T.)

Written by: Christopher Lee, J. Lewis, Jordan Houston, K. Jackson, Keenon Daequan Ray Jackson, M. Orr, Mariel Semonte Orr, Michael L. Williams II, Q. Marshall, R Davis

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