FALLOUT Lyrics

All that I rock is designer

I swear that I fell in love with the finer things

Money keep falling

They keep on calling

Might catch a body now

Most of you niggas ain't shit and I figured out

That lil boy and his pockets are always in a drought

I keep my feelings inside cuz I don't trust nobody now

You said you gon' ride but how you let yo homie die?

Left my old bitch cause she ain't hold me down

Money keep falling

They keep on calling

Fucking her body

Who dead nigga? Who bled?

I just keep hearing these voices inside of my head

Telling me I could be one of the best

Fucking with me you get left like the rest

Let's drag him thru hell and get saved by the bell

She swallow my kids and she catch like Odell

Bad lil bitch I might take her to Rodeo

She like me so much and she do what I say yo

Whenever they see me they tell me you changed

Only thing that changed is the size of my pocket

I'm not from Houston but I'm keepin' a rocket

She not sucking my dick I told that bitch to get out now you gotta walk it

Getting these bucks and I swear that I feel like I play for Milwaukee

You is not shit so lil boy please just stop it

Not talking money I told yo ass to drop it

So used to being the talk of the town

See how looked up when yo bitch around

Remember when my dawg got locked in the pound

Now most of my niggas be serving by pounds

Told her to hold up

You coming with me now

You talking shit we serve him all these rounds

Tryna see more zero's in my account

Member back then I was filled up with doubt

They've been playing these games now I feel like a scout

Brand new glock and it's goin like BLAOW

All that I rock is designer

I swear that I fell in love with the finer things

Money keep falling

They keep on calling

Might catch a body now

Most of you niggas ain't shit and I figured out

That lil boy and his pockets are always in a drought

I keep my feelings inside cause I don't trust nobody now

You said you gon' ride but how you let yo homie die

Left my old bitch cuz she ain't hold me down

Money keep falling

They keep on calling

Fucking her body

Who dead nigga? Who bled?

I just keep hearing these voices inside of my head

Telling me I could be one of the best

Fucking with me you get left like the rest

Let's drag him thru hell and get saved by the bell

She swallow my kids and she catch like Odell

Bad lil bitch I might take her to Rodeo

She like me so much and she do what I say yo

Whenever they see me they tell me you changed

Only thing that changed is the size of my pocket

I'm not from Houston but I'm keepin' a rocket

She not sucking my dick I told that bitch to get out now you gotta walk it