Fallen Foe

Aye
Yeah

A lot of times I was down bad
A lot of times I was stressed out, so mad
Looking back on it, man I'm just so glad
Overcame my obstacles, and got to a bag

Smoking on this ninety-three gas, I flick the ash
My presence is a blessing, but she stuck on the past
That boy moving fast, he might fuck around and crash
I can't fuck with you baby, you ain't got enough cash

I been laying low, trying to stay on top
I put so much focus in getting the gwap
I'm trying to cop it, drive it off the lot
She wanna take pics, get slutted out, and shop

I'm on a mission baby, if you on the same we can do that
She wanna go back to her old P, I'm like do that
When she realize the difference, she gone be like screw that
She gone come back, cause she know where the blues at

All this money in my pocket, I can't stop it
I'm just trying to keep the peace, but I still tote a rocket
If he pull it, Imma pop him, straight up drop him
So much blood on the floor, grab a bucket and a mop

He a fallen foe, left him laying on the floor
Five-five-six on go, but I wanna slit his throat
My bitch stay on go, she don't do XOs or coke
She just love that dough, and she gone hold my pole

He a fallen foe, left him laying on the floor
Five-five-six on go, but I wanna slit his throat
My bitch stay on go, she don't do XOs or coke
She just love that dough, and she gone hold my pole

Fuck 'em
He thought he was safe, but I touched him
He thought he had a play, but I bluffed him
Do him like LeBron J., slam dunk him
I took my time with it, I ain't do no rushing
16th Letter Made, I can't do no cuffing
If she ain't talking money, I ain't fucking
Take my number shawty let's have a discussion
Let's see if this shit really gone be worth something

Aye
Aye
For real
Zay-P, nigga
Zay-P, nigga
Zay-P, nigga

He a fallen foe, left him laying on the floor
5.56 on go, but I wanna slit his throat
My bitch stay on go, she don't do XOs or coke
She just love that dough, and she gone hold my pole

He a fallen foe, left him laying on the floor
Five-five-six on go, but I wanna slit his throat
My bitch stay on go, she don't do XOs or coke
She just love that dough, and she gone hold my pole



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Writer(s): Xavier Burgess
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