F a l l . O f f (feat. King Dave)
I say shut the fuck up talking and just pick a side
Niggas out here claiming that they real but they ain't down to ride
Had to leave my side girl for the money, she got thicker thighs
Niggas tryna' say they starting waves, that shit a slipping slide
Yeah' you say you knucking' let's get buck like what the fuck is up
Every time I step up in this shit they know my bucks is up
Niggas keep on talking out they neck but they ain't tough enough
I let it slide with way too many words I guess they luck is up
Cuz' every time I meet these niggas when it's up, it's stuck
Yeah' when it's up it's stuck
I gotta' charge this shit straight to the game
I got them lil' bitches saying my name
I got them lil' bitches wearing my chain
Bad nigga, man I'm back in the game
I got them bitches they wanna have sex
I got them bitches they getting me wet
Eighteen I was gripping a tec' I come through with the nike lil' tech
And I got a gun in this bitch, niggas they running and shit
Niggas running and shit
You a lil' hoe, lil' bitch
And I was fucking they bitch, Imma' run up the list
You ain't even know yo' bitch so nasty I put my thumb inside her ass nigga
My ex bitch out here crying cuz' they know I'm out here fucking these bad bitches
Out here Pluto, Hugo but them bitches know I bag different
And I'm out here slaying all these bitches back to back nigga
At the age of ten if you want problems then I'm with the shit
Fuck a premonition, if you miss it you won't get this shit
To hell with demolition we destroy it and then we flip the shit
Walk with thirty-three bands in my pocket Scottie Pippen shit
Feel like the richest nigga in the land, my London Tipton shit
Hating on yo' homie for some bands? They on some tripping shit
I know these niggas ain't about they sayings, they on some different shit
I hope that god forgive me for my sins I see the differences
Bitch ass niggas I'm standing right over
Glock cocked and you know that it's over
Three weeks Ian even really been sober
Drive fast got luck like it's clover
Fuck a fall off like the end of October
Niggas want real beef but it's over
Imma' ride off on these niggas no chauffeur
Outta' space with it this shit no rover
And I really grew up on a sofa
One star but it really ain't solar
Tried to live his whole life but it's over
Died for some shit he did in the moment
Bull shit in his talk no dozer
No range in his gun, all rover
Off the henny I really ain't sober
We gone fuck the club up til' it's over
Niggas out here claiming that they real but they ain't down to ride
Had to leave my side girl for the money, she got thicker thighs
Niggas tryna' say they starting waves, that shit a slipping slide
Yeah' you say you knucking' let's get buck like what the fuck is up
Every time I step up in this shit they know my bucks is up
Niggas keep on talking out they neck but they ain't tough enough
I let it slide with way too many words I guess they luck is up
Cuz' every time I meet these niggas when it's up, it's stuck
Yeah' when it's up it's stuck
I gotta' charge this shit straight to the game
I got them lil' bitches saying my name
I got them lil' bitches wearing my chain
Bad nigga, man I'm back in the game
I got them bitches they wanna have sex
I got them bitches they getting me wet
Eighteen I was gripping a tec' I come through with the nike lil' tech
And I got a gun in this bitch, niggas they running and shit
Niggas running and shit
You a lil' hoe, lil' bitch
And I was fucking they bitch, Imma' run up the list
You ain't even know yo' bitch so nasty I put my thumb inside her ass nigga
My ex bitch out here crying cuz' they know I'm out here fucking these bad bitches
Out here Pluto, Hugo but them bitches know I bag different
And I'm out here slaying all these bitches back to back nigga
At the age of ten if you want problems then I'm with the shit
Fuck a premonition, if you miss it you won't get this shit
To hell with demolition we destroy it and then we flip the shit
Walk with thirty-three bands in my pocket Scottie Pippen shit
Feel like the richest nigga in the land, my London Tipton shit
Hating on yo' homie for some bands? They on some tripping shit
I know these niggas ain't about they sayings, they on some different shit
I hope that god forgive me for my sins I see the differences
Bitch ass niggas I'm standing right over
Glock cocked and you know that it's over
Three weeks Ian even really been sober
Drive fast got luck like it's clover
Fuck a fall off like the end of October
Niggas want real beef but it's over
Imma' ride off on these niggas no chauffeur
Outta' space with it this shit no rover
And I really grew up on a sofa
One star but it really ain't solar
Tried to live his whole life but it's over
Died for some shit he did in the moment
Bull shit in his talk no dozer
No range in his gun, all rover
Off the henny I really ain't sober
We gone fuck the club up til' it's over
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Writer(s): Demario Rembert
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