Fell Off
Ye ye ye ye ye ye
Fell off fell off fell off fell off fell off fell off
Ey ye they pray that we fall off
They don't wanna see us well off
Try to come around we tell em fuck off
Cuz we bout to blow we bout to take off
We bout to take off
We bout to
Ye they pray that we fall off
They don't wanna see us well off
Try to come around we tell em fuck off
Cuz we bout to blow we bout to take off
We bout to take off
Ye ye ye
Fell off fell off fell off
Ye ye ye
Fell off fell off fell off
Ye ye ye
Fell off fell off fell off
Oh ya ya ya
Ya oh ya ya ya
Girl young maze turn up uh
What a bottles wan so fade he long gone
When I was down there wasn't come up
For the times I shoot don't fuck around yuh
I was jail cell hit a smile yuh
Even tho I'm hurting ain't losing style yuh
I was down in the plane Got a Roley and chain
With the lil homie Mayowa
Know that you fed off
Lil fucking nigga keep your head up
Times are fucking hard you gat to get up
I told ma brother Lu when we met up
Ya ya ya
Ye they pray that we fall off
They don't wanna see us well off
Try to come around we tell em fuck off
Cuz we bout to blow we bout to take off
We bout to take off
Ye ye ye
Fell off fell off fell off
Ye ye ye
Fell off fell off fell off
Ye ye ye
Fell off fell off fell off
Oh ye ye ye
Ya oh ya ya ya
Got it on ma own
Ye I got it on ma own
That's why I don't fuck with them talking on the phone
And ma shawty say she miss me asking when I'm coming home
I don't know baby cuz I gat to count another rack
I was low on the work so I went and loaded up the strap
Now I gat a couple keys sitting on ma lap
Waiting foreign up serving buck tees out the trap
Serving buck tees out the trap
Serving out the trap
Ye they pray that we fall off
They don't wanna see us well off
Try to come around we tell em fuck off
Cuz we bout to blow we bout to take off
We bout to take off
Ye ye ye
Fell off fell off fell off
Ye ye ye
Fell off fell off fell off
Ye ye ye
Fell off fell off fell off
Oh ye ye ye
Ya oh ya ya ya
I gat ma racks up I gat my racks ups
Gat ma stacks up
Never had a home
Now me and ma niggaz we chilling in the mansion
I'm dripping in fashion
I'm dripping in fashion
Ma music ma passion
I don't need to mention
But bitch I'm a boss you cant sit in ma section
Whats up with the questions
We gat to to go get it they ain't really no option
Whats up with the questions
We gat to go get it they ain't really no option
Ya ya ya oh ya ya ya
Gang
Fell off fell off fell off fell off fell off fell off
Ey ye they pray that we fall off
They don't wanna see us well off
Try to come around we tell em fuck off
Cuz we bout to blow we bout to take off
We bout to take off
We bout to
Ye they pray that we fall off
They don't wanna see us well off
Try to come around we tell em fuck off
Cuz we bout to blow we bout to take off
We bout to take off
Ye ye ye
Fell off fell off fell off
Ye ye ye
Fell off fell off fell off
Ye ye ye
Fell off fell off fell off
Oh ya ya ya
Ya oh ya ya ya
Girl young maze turn up uh
What a bottles wan so fade he long gone
When I was down there wasn't come up
For the times I shoot don't fuck around yuh
I was jail cell hit a smile yuh
Even tho I'm hurting ain't losing style yuh
I was down in the plane Got a Roley and chain
With the lil homie Mayowa
Know that you fed off
Lil fucking nigga keep your head up
Times are fucking hard you gat to get up
I told ma brother Lu when we met up
Ya ya ya
Ye they pray that we fall off
They don't wanna see us well off
Try to come around we tell em fuck off
Cuz we bout to blow we bout to take off
We bout to take off
Ye ye ye
Fell off fell off fell off
Ye ye ye
Fell off fell off fell off
Ye ye ye
Fell off fell off fell off
Oh ye ye ye
Ya oh ya ya ya
Got it on ma own
Ye I got it on ma own
That's why I don't fuck with them talking on the phone
And ma shawty say she miss me asking when I'm coming home
I don't know baby cuz I gat to count another rack
I was low on the work so I went and loaded up the strap
Now I gat a couple keys sitting on ma lap
Waiting foreign up serving buck tees out the trap
Serving buck tees out the trap
Serving out the trap
Ye they pray that we fall off
They don't wanna see us well off
Try to come around we tell em fuck off
Cuz we bout to blow we bout to take off
We bout to take off
Ye ye ye
Fell off fell off fell off
Ye ye ye
Fell off fell off fell off
Ye ye ye
Fell off fell off fell off
Oh ye ye ye
Ya oh ya ya ya
I gat ma racks up I gat my racks ups
Gat ma stacks up
Never had a home
Now me and ma niggaz we chilling in the mansion
I'm dripping in fashion
I'm dripping in fashion
Ma music ma passion
I don't need to mention
But bitch I'm a boss you cant sit in ma section
Whats up with the questions
We gat to to go get it they ain't really no option
Whats up with the questions
We gat to go get it they ain't really no option
Ya ya ya oh ya ya ya
Gang
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Writer(s): Lukingz
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