Fell Off (feat. King Beno)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Grab the Glock, tell lil' bro, grab the jack
Hop up on the fuck, who on the play
Better than they gon' play with me, I'm gon' spend
Hop up on this block, keep that jack with me
12 o'clock, right up on the dot
He gon' like to see some schoolin' shit
Spend all down this block, I'll keep them cooler kids
Twos and threes, we gon' wipe his nose
We gon' let him deceased, ayy, uh
Bitch, I'm up up on this block
You know I'm creepin' and I'm shocked
Fuckin' on these, I've died
That lil' bitch gon' get a job
That bitch givin' gang top
Fuck that shit, caught up, I'm blackin
We gon' hit him with automatics
We got Glocks on top of gadgets
We gon' hit him up, we gon' blick him up
We gon' hit his ass, why he comin' up up out that truck
We gon' get no fuck, rip him up
Blink his ass up, switch his ass up
We got Glocks, we gon' get no fuck
Bitch, we post it up, fuck Jakes
We gon' spin right where he ain't safe
We keep dirty drapes
We gon' bounce that on his box today
We got Glocks today
We gon' shoot him all up in his face
Get his ass erased
We gon' make that lil' nigga a thang
And I can't never change
Know I'm coolin' it, I'm with the gang
Niggas slide with different things
That bitch off, then I snatch a chain
I'm with the robbers and the killers
I watch my shorty snatch a brain
I'm tryna tell him, cool it down
He tryna wild out with his flame
That lil' lil' TJ, that was gang
We get it tatted, still feel pain
My bitches always off the drain
They tryna feel me and they drained
I pray for bro like every day
He was sittin' in them chains
He locked up 24 years
He never seen the fuckin' thing
I told my shorty, don't say a thing
Ayy, he feel that shit, he call it pain
Niggas ain't never change
And I was on the block when shit was rainin
Shit got dark at night
Told my shorty, chill out with the bang
And shit gon' be alright
I been rockin' out with my pipes
Spent all through the night
Bitches out here thinkin' I've got life
I just got my pipes
See me, I just got the low
Yeah, we gon' spend the night
Yeah, we gon' spend the night
Ayy, ayy, grab the Glock
Tell lil' bro, grab the J
Hop up on the fuck, who wanna play
Better than they ain't gon' play with me
I'm gon' spin
Hop up on this block
Keep that Drake with me
12 o'clock, right up on the dot
He gon' lay deceased, I'm scopin' shit
Spend all down this block
I'll keep them cooler kids
Two to threes
We gon' wipe his nose
We gon' lay him deceased
Ayy, uh
Wow
Grab the Glock, tell lil' bro, grab the jack
Hop up on the fuck, who on the play
Better than they gon' play with me, I'm gon' spend
Hop up on this block, keep that jack with me
12 o'clock, right up on the dot
He gon' like to see some schoolin' shit
Spend all down this block, I'll keep them cooler kids
Twos and threes, we gon' wipe his nose
We gon' let him deceased, ayy, uh
Bitch, I'm up up on this block
You know I'm creepin' and I'm shocked
Fuckin' on these, I've died
That lil' bitch gon' get a job
That bitch givin' gang top
Fuck that shit, caught up, I'm blackin
We gon' hit him with automatics
We got Glocks on top of gadgets
We gon' hit him up, we gon' blick him up
We gon' hit his ass, why he comin' up up out that truck
We gon' get no fuck, rip him up
Blink his ass up, switch his ass up
We got Glocks, we gon' get no fuck
Bitch, we post it up, fuck Jakes
We gon' spin right where he ain't safe
We keep dirty drapes
We gon' bounce that on his box today
We got Glocks today
We gon' shoot him all up in his face
Get his ass erased
We gon' make that lil' nigga a thang
And I can't never change
Know I'm coolin' it, I'm with the gang
Niggas slide with different things
That bitch off, then I snatch a chain
I'm with the robbers and the killers
I watch my shorty snatch a brain
I'm tryna tell him, cool it down
He tryna wild out with his flame
That lil' lil' TJ, that was gang
We get it tatted, still feel pain
My bitches always off the drain
They tryna feel me and they drained
I pray for bro like every day
He was sittin' in them chains
He locked up 24 years
He never seen the fuckin' thing
I told my shorty, don't say a thing
Ayy, he feel that shit, he call it pain
Niggas ain't never change
And I was on the block when shit was rainin
Shit got dark at night
Told my shorty, chill out with the bang
And shit gon' be alright
I been rockin' out with my pipes
Spent all through the night
Bitches out here thinkin' I've got life
I just got my pipes
See me, I just got the low
Yeah, we gon' spend the night
Yeah, we gon' spend the night
Ayy, ayy, grab the Glock
Tell lil' bro, grab the J
Hop up on the fuck, who wanna play
Better than they ain't gon' play with me
I'm gon' spin
Hop up on this block
Keep that Drake with me
12 o'clock, right up on the dot
He gon' lay deceased, I'm scopin' shit
Spend all down this block
I'll keep them cooler kids
Two to threes
We gon' wipe his nose
We gon' lay him deceased
Ayy, uh
Wow
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Writer(s): Cheno Davis
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