Fell Off (Still That Bitch)
Fell off
But I didn't
Gotta give what it take
Gotta give what it give
And I know what to do
And I know what it did
And I know what to say
And I gotta get it
Picture me in the frame
Single star shit
Studded diamonds on my wrist
I cut you fools up with my crisp
Summers back then I'm on my pimp
Cookie cutting on this shit
Breaking bread with my bitches
Cause you know I simply split it
To the money I'm gon' sprint
Like a relay I'm gon' grip
I ain't a gear I don't shift
Ain't no fear I'm just that bitch
Aye
I'm winnin' I'm givin'
You know how I do
You gotta get wit it
Fell off but I didn't
You don't know
Well you gotta get with it
Aye
I get it I want it
I got it I flaunt it
You want it
Go get it
You gotta get with it
You cannot do it
I already did it
Got bitches and bitches
All in my business
Stay steady stalking
Like I don't know how to assault
And
You kinda messy thinking you can mess with me
Fucking with me
Tryna fuck on me
Like you wanted me
Acting like a wannabe
Like you want to be
Fell off
But I didn't
Gotta give what it take
Gotta give what it give
And I know what to do
And I know what it did
And I know what to say
And I gotta get it
Picture me in the frame
Single star shit
Studded diamonds on my wrist
I cut you fools up with my crisp
Summers back then I'm on my pimp
Cookie cutting on this shit
Breaking bread with my bitches
Cause you know I simply split it
To the money I'm gon' sprint
Like a relay I'm gon' grip
I ain't a gear I don't shift
Ain't no fear I'm just that bitch
Aye
But I didn't
Gotta give what it take
Gotta give what it give
And I know what to do
And I know what it did
And I know what to say
And I gotta get it
Picture me in the frame
Single star shit
Studded diamonds on my wrist
I cut you fools up with my crisp
Summers back then I'm on my pimp
Cookie cutting on this shit
Breaking bread with my bitches
Cause you know I simply split it
To the money I'm gon' sprint
Like a relay I'm gon' grip
I ain't a gear I don't shift
Ain't no fear I'm just that bitch
Aye
I'm winnin' I'm givin'
You know how I do
You gotta get wit it
Fell off but I didn't
You don't know
Well you gotta get with it
Aye
I get it I want it
I got it I flaunt it
You want it
Go get it
You gotta get with it
You cannot do it
I already did it
Got bitches and bitches
All in my business
Stay steady stalking
Like I don't know how to assault
And
You kinda messy thinking you can mess with me
Fucking with me
Tryna fuck on me
Like you wanted me
Acting like a wannabe
Like you want to be
Fell off
But I didn't
Gotta give what it take
Gotta give what it give
And I know what to do
And I know what it did
And I know what to say
And I gotta get it
Picture me in the frame
Single star shit
Studded diamonds on my wrist
I cut you fools up with my crisp
Summers back then I'm on my pimp
Cookie cutting on this shit
Breaking bread with my bitches
Cause you know I simply split it
To the money I'm gon' sprint
Like a relay I'm gon' grip
I ain't a gear I don't shift
Ain't no fear I'm just that bitch
Aye
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Writer(s): Casey Martin
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