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Fight or Flight
71
Hip-Hop/Rap
Fight or Flight was released on February 13, 2026 by DESERTBOYS as a part of the album Iconoclast II
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Release DateFebruary 13, 2026
LabelDESERTBOYS
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM100

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
YCK
YCK
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
YCK
YCK
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
YCK
YCK
Producer

Lyrics

Bodies burning, Uma Thurman, Imma gut em' up like Beatrix
The heat created make a motherfucker wanna plead the fifth
Now it’s fight or flight, I see how bad you wanna flee the sticks
You’re nothing but a follower, afraid and you ain’t leading shit
Who is of my caliber? I’ll wait for wrong answers
And what is important to you just wanna dog dancers
Say you got mob ties, well, I say let’s test it out
Imma cut up long lines, y’all will need an exit route
Ought to update that LinkedIn ‘stead of a link up with a bitch that don’t love you
Bought her a drink, won’t let you hit and you is a chump, nah, that’s no W
When you not problematic, better go make some fucking statements
Sliding with fools that they think on, you will find they tend to act the lamest
Talking, I’ll wait, Imma live in the torrid where too many people got something to say
Hit with a federal case and the warrant obtained, you going up up and away
Born on third base, nah, you ain’t some kind of mastermind
Even broken clocks get it right, what you make is pasteurized
Bitch-bitch tryna cancel, swipe up, get handled
Back the fuck back yo ‘fore you get dismantled
They be fiending just to kill a hoe
Fight or flight, you riding with a choice to sink or swim alone
Bitch-bitch tryna cancel, swipe up, get handled
Back the fuck back yo ‘fore you get dismantled
They be fiending just to kill a hoe
Fight or flight, you riding with a choice to sink or swim alone
Stepped on like a doormat, bitch, you got expensive taste
Snatching up them floor plans, peek at what it generates
Ransom for the badges in the furnace to incinerate
Ain’t pleasing any deities, I’m pissing on their dinner plates
Fucking inauthentic like what’s trendy and popular?
Overwhelm ya with the shells that Imma send to your ocular
Hook line and sinker, they riding round, hitting blinkers
I’m born and raised inside the Valley, wanna see middle fingers
No entertaining, stayed in my lane and tried to avoid me speaking to broke
Hoes I don’t fuck with, thought it was done with showing no grace and I leave em' to choke
Prideful and you entitled, I would say cry me a river hoe
Or keep it up with that grudge you holding, I think you still bitter though
Look at em' flexing, racking up debt, they’re popping like an artery
Ain’t a concern, you’re waiting your turn to eat but we got ours to feed
Niner niner, where’s the finer things you seek? You can’t afford em'
Turn that gutter music off you repping, Imma die of boredom
Bitch-bitch tryna cancel, swipe up, get handled
Back the fuck back yo ‘fore you get dismantled
They be fiending just to kill a hoe
Fight or flight, you riding with a choice to sink or swim alone
Bitch-bitch tryna cancel, swipe up, get handled
Back the fuck back yo ‘fore you get dismantled
They be fiending just to kill a hoe
Fight or flight, you riding with a choice to sink or swim alone
Written by: YCK
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