Can't Fall Out
Huh, and this shit ain't nothin'
I just do this shit (why you cookin' up like that?)
Uh, ain't for nothin', EHS
Uh, same thing, same gang, all that
Now you fuckin' with the one, not the two (not the two)
I get money and I fuck off the rules (off the rules)
Do you mind if we fuck off the juice? (Drank)
Do you mind if I take off the roof? (Ooh)
Girl, you fine, and I can't hold it in (it in)
You got Cartier stamped on your lens (on your glasses)
You like niggas who pull up in Benzes (in foreigns)
This the big thing, you can check the engine, uh
It go two hundred, ain't no runnin' from it (nah)
I did this shit on my own, I don't come from money (yeah)
Pockets gettin' chubby, face gettin' fat (fat)
See this coupe in the dark, it look matte black (yeah)
Niggas fall off, niggas bounce back (yeah)
And bitches eat a good dick can get called back (hello?)
I'm a one-of-one (one-of-one), that's another fact (fact)
Used to tote big guns, still tote straps
Ayy, don't let that man tell you nothin' (tell you nothin')
'Cause you know I'm the truth and he dusty (dusty)
I'm obsessed with this money, not clubbin' (not clubbin')
It ain't nothin' more fun than them hundreds (cash)
I be gone, I'll be back in the summer (yeah)
And the niggas I ride for is gunners (yeah)
I done fell out with closest of cousins (facts)
But I cannot fall out with my brothers, nah
I done made some mistakes, I admit it (I admit it)
And when I do, please hold me to the standard (to the standard)
One day, we ain't worried 'bout shit ('bout nothin')
I be praying that the shit come faster (come now)
You know that I been on my way (yeah)
If I don't touch nothin', it fuck up my day (my day)
Don't trust these niggas, they pin where you stay (where you live)
Don't trust that ho, she gon' lie to your face, nigga
Ain't no pride in it (ain't no pride in it), and you fine with it (and you fine with it)
I got a Benz for you, bitch, you can cry in it (yeah)
These niggas' marathons last like five minutes (minutes)
Move wrong in the streets, and he died in 'em (and he dead)
Ayy, don't let that man tell you nothin' (tell you nothin')
'Cause you know I'm the truth and he dusty (dusty)
I'm obsessed with this money, not clubbin' (cash)
It ain't nothin' more fun than them hundreds (them hundreds)
I be gone, I'll be back in the summer (the summer)
And the niggas I ride for is gunners (is gunners)
I done fell out with closest of cousins (facts)
But I cannot fall out with my brothers, nah, nah
I just do this shit (why you cookin' up like that?)
Uh, ain't for nothin', EHS
Uh, same thing, same gang, all that
Now you fuckin' with the one, not the two (not the two)
I get money and I fuck off the rules (off the rules)
Do you mind if we fuck off the juice? (Drank)
Do you mind if I take off the roof? (Ooh)
Girl, you fine, and I can't hold it in (it in)
You got Cartier stamped on your lens (on your glasses)
You like niggas who pull up in Benzes (in foreigns)
This the big thing, you can check the engine, uh
It go two hundred, ain't no runnin' from it (nah)
I did this shit on my own, I don't come from money (yeah)
Pockets gettin' chubby, face gettin' fat (fat)
See this coupe in the dark, it look matte black (yeah)
Niggas fall off, niggas bounce back (yeah)
And bitches eat a good dick can get called back (hello?)
I'm a one-of-one (one-of-one), that's another fact (fact)
Used to tote big guns, still tote straps
Ayy, don't let that man tell you nothin' (tell you nothin')
'Cause you know I'm the truth and he dusty (dusty)
I'm obsessed with this money, not clubbin' (not clubbin')
It ain't nothin' more fun than them hundreds (cash)
I be gone, I'll be back in the summer (yeah)
And the niggas I ride for is gunners (yeah)
I done fell out with closest of cousins (facts)
But I cannot fall out with my brothers, nah
I done made some mistakes, I admit it (I admit it)
And when I do, please hold me to the standard (to the standard)
One day, we ain't worried 'bout shit ('bout nothin')
I be praying that the shit come faster (come now)
You know that I been on my way (yeah)
If I don't touch nothin', it fuck up my day (my day)
Don't trust these niggas, they pin where you stay (where you live)
Don't trust that ho, she gon' lie to your face, nigga
Ain't no pride in it (ain't no pride in it), and you fine with it (and you fine with it)
I got a Benz for you, bitch, you can cry in it (yeah)
These niggas' marathons last like five minutes (minutes)
Move wrong in the streets, and he died in 'em (and he dead)
Ayy, don't let that man tell you nothin' (tell you nothin')
'Cause you know I'm the truth and he dusty (dusty)
I'm obsessed with this money, not clubbin' (cash)
It ain't nothin' more fun than them hundreds (them hundreds)
I be gone, I'll be back in the summer (the summer)
And the niggas I ride for is gunners (is gunners)
I done fell out with closest of cousins (facts)
But I cannot fall out with my brothers, nah, nah
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