Lisi - Fists Up Lyrics

Lyrics for Lisi - Fists Up

Verse 1
Why these boys wanna test my patience
They’re all basic
They talk tough on the gram all day
Then when they see me up close don’t say s**t

I swear I’m not on no gang s**t
But try me and you’ll leave with a face lift
Four-three we’re known to be majors
Don’t ever come with that fake s**t

If a scrap goes down in the hood
Even on a sunny day I’ll storm in
I could’ve sworn they were missionaries
Cause whenever we pull up they call more men

Cause they know my team got that form
When they see us swing like Greg Norman
And if they wanna come to my ends
They have to know that’s my call like Jordan

No time for this chit chat, **** **** did-that
Cause me and my bro did tactics
These fakes talk tough like a car in drive
Cause I swear on my mum they can’t back it

We stay active
Tell them all come round
No shiv in his chest but a fist to his head
That’s enough to get a man down

F**k these clowns, tell ‘em all drop now

Hook
Fa-tolu go get them, *** say less
No gat, shank

F**k that, fist up
Uso we keen for the mess

*** one here no need for the two
Old mate right hand put you to rest
That four-three to that fitu-fitu
I hold it down for my set

Fitu-fitu go get them, who say less
No gat, shank

F**t that, fist up
We keen for the mess

Got one here no need for the two
Old mate lefty put you to rest
That double seven to the four-three
I hold it down for my set

Verse 2
Home of the brave, land of the g’s
If you want that beef, better tread carefully
If so, my team will go get that
We pull up the gone like Snapchat

These fists goes up better hack that
F**k that, tell them dogs come catch that
They talk but they never act
Cause I ain’t no ****, cause i never hang back

Double seven to a fat ****

Put it on repeat
Them boys, they talk about taking trips
But they always skip my street

When they come around to throw down

Guarantee they ain't going to stop until he hits the concrete
Best believe when I leave I throw my sevens up
And shout out *** *** G'z

Get the s**t done in the state of Queen’s

Hook

Fitu-fitu go get them, who say less
No gat, shank

F**t that, fist up
We keen for the mess

Got one here no need for the two
Old mate lefty put you to rest
That double seven to the four-three
I hold it down for my set

Fa-tolu go get them, *** say less
No gat, shank

F**k that, fist up
Uso we keen for the mess

*** one here no need for the two
Old mate right hand put you to rest
That four-three to that fitu-fitu
I hold it down for my set

Verse 3
I got Tokoz in the Seven that’ll fear no man
Straight loto ****
Got hamoz in the four-three that’ll feed y'all

Like aunt's at a ******

This is Brisbane, we’re different
We don’t roll around with no weapon, trust me
We don’t need a shiv when we got two fists
Just find the bloke and then step him

Don’t talk to me about chef'n
Unless you spend you’re life in the kitchen
Don’t talk to me about wedding’s
Unless there’s a bride and groom and they kissing

Don’t talk to me about bootings
Unless you’re talking about a conversion
Four-three double-O to the double Seven
My Uso’s putting that work in
Aye Toko let’s tell them real quick

Pinkies up, to the heaven
That seven, my brethren
Gotcha boy, that’s leverage
If not that then we’ll swing like savage

Who’s got a problem, who’s got an issue
Better speak up now
Cause the G’s from **** and Forty-three
We hold it down