Fall Baby Outro ft. Joseph Torres Lyrics

Going up in age past 21 till I'm a savage

Risks gotta be taken if you wanna come and tap it

No excuses in this game, don't care if you got accents

They said this wasn't for me but I kept on fucking rapping

But really, I'm setting up a thousand standards and

My main bro ain't got no manners

We just on a mission to go harder, never vanish

I want people not to just say my name but to chant it

Trust me in this game it's Jeopardy and I'm from Stanford

I'ma give you D1 dick like Alabama

Middle Eastern baby told me hit me with a sandal

Light a fucking candle, turn her upside down, and throw me all over this fucking mantle

The population in LA becoming broken, where's my hammer?

Bald dude that also said go harder, carry boats, carry mammals, also said carry life, carry flannels

Cause it's gonna get cold, but the brain is just a message, really gotta be bold for yourself to prove you destined

My bad, let me correct it, JT finna slap so hard, shit gon' be dented

It's been a minute now, I'm back up on my grind

Time ain't never on my side, I've been trying to rewind, yeah

Can't stop now, I feel my prime is coming up

The wintertime shut down, the summer heating up

We finna blow your speakers up, and know yo time is coming up

I'm riding shotgun with a double barrel pump

I'ma put you in a grave just like the Reaper does

Family of four, 100 degrees in a heated trunk

I mean it once

I don't care if you 6'4 and you go to Crunch

I don't care if you at a funeral with a fitted tux, yeah

Know your time is coming up, and this time, yeah you outta luck

You outta luck like you out of bucks

Team gon' cut your career short, call you Andrew Luck

Hit you with a Mac so hard it feel like trucks

Bullets hit you passionately, pretty sure they got a crush

Artist in my own way, I can paint the brush

Bob Saget or Bob Ross, y'all just the same faggots

Same crosses round your neck, colonizing every genre, like I'm Neapolitan

Tell me I got smarter when I didn't, common knowledged it

Mount Rushmore honor student, made the honor list

Out of jorts, so I gotta hit the Tommy Fig

I been had binoculars to see how fucking hard it get

We out in public, tell lil' baby quit acting up

Calling 911, the way she grab the cuffs

Heading up the elevator, back to the crib

I got my tongue inside it, I'm a sick fuck

With sick tux, my blunt smoking like three trunks

We puff-puff, we too gone, like free us

No free luck, we work harder than you bluffs

So don't bluff, we on top, can't stop us

Go harder, don't stop it

Yeah, I put that on my son or on my daughter

Vin Diesel, I'll spin the block to you tomorrow

Blondie gotta earn it if she want that cookie taro

You gotta pay for these rhymes, something like car notes

Know you can relate if you in Armo

Burn your bitch ass up like you some charcoal

We moving far, bro, now we in Cabo

All of these Latina hoes got me heartbroke

Driving a Mustang thinking I got Tom Ford

Driving a Mustang thinking I got time for her

Driving me crazy thinking I got time for her

This the Encore, till the curtains open

Dominate the Lakers like my name, Nikola Jokic

Shawty got them thick ass thighs, they wide open

I still got my tongue in that shit, I'm so hopeless

Going up in age past 21 till I'm a savage

Risk gotta be taken if you wanna come and tap it

No excuses in this game, don't care if you got accent

They said this wasn't for me, but I kept on fucking rapping

But really, I'm setting up a thousand standards, and