Falling Out

Racks in my jeans they falling out
Racks in my jeans they falling out
Ya
Off these drugs I'm falling out
Racks in my jeans be falling out
Can't believe we falling out
Like this shit don't make no sense
Push me to the edge, baby I just want that bread
I just want that head, give me dome when I'm stressed

I got the money she like
Too enticing
Walk with a glock on me ya
Try and take some, bleed out
Trying to be like me huh
Lil nigga you my seed now
Good drugs I'm geeked up
I'm probably off like 3 now
What are you saying to me
That ain't money sounds strange to me
Know I walk with a thang with me
Case a nigga wanna play with me
Broke nigga can't hang with me
You look lame to me
Throwing money and a thing to me
This shit make believe

Off these drugs I'm falling out
Racks in my jeans be falling out
Can't believe we falling out
Like this shit don't make no sense
Push me to the edge, baby I just want that bread
I just want that head, give me dome when I'm stressed

Money in my face can't worry bout no bitch
He repping your gang I heard that he snitched
Either you with it or you ain't, ain't no sitting on the fence
Bitch I'm balling in the paint, while you sitting the bench
Money to be made, I don't wanna kick it with nobody
Higher than a plane, she want drugs she want molly
These hoes in the way, out my face
Happy birthday, I'm getting cake

Off these drugs I'm falling out
Racks in my jeans be falling out
Can't believe we falling out
Like this shit don't make no sense
Push me to the edge, baby I just want that bread
I just want that head, give me dome when I'm stressed



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Writer(s): Isaac Fujioka
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