F a l l O f f ft. King Dave Lyrics

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