Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fallin' Out , by - LUD FOE. Release date: 31.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fallin' Out |
| It’s so mothafuckin hot I catch a tan in this bitch |
| Like a mailman I’m poppin rubber bands in this bitch |
| We be on that hot shit so don’t get fanned in this bitch |
| Left the club with her but she came with her man in this bitch |
| I’m so mothafuckin high that I can’t stand in this bitch |
| You a mothafuckin lie you say I ran from some shit |
| Prolly run off on the plug, prolly run off with his drugs, nigga run up on me |
| wrong so he ran into some slugs |
| And I’m prolly in the club if he ask is we some thugs |
| No security with me cause bitch we deep and we got guns |
| He was chasing me ain’t know I brought my sack into the club |
| Play with me and mine lotta niggas die in cold blood |
| When I hit the spot bet they lettin out that Red Rum |
| Run up in yo spot green beams on all our guns |
| She got expensive taste have my dick all on her gums |
| Boy they buildings vacant lots shit cause I’m from the slums |
| Fill a nigga up with this hot shit, bitch you better not run |
| Thought it was a fair fight he ain’t know I had my gun |
| Fucked her on the first night and she caught my first son |
| Are you the toughest nigga in the crowd? |
| Then you the first one |
| Aye Lil Stewie these hoes starstruck they say I do some |
| You a broke nigga petty ass use a coupon |
| It’s just me and Yae pull up on yo j with 2 guns |
| We ain’t aimin at yo legs bitch we aimin at yo head bitch, I’m eatin good I’m |
| fed bitch, that Tropicana shit red bitch, niggas in the house on that scared |
| shit, you hidin under that bed bitch |
| Vacay with my AK with my feet all in that sand bitch |
| You know I’m on a walk up with a drum like I’m playin in a band bitch |
| I’m so mothafuckin high that I can’t see straight |
| These bitches see me 3-D and they press replay |
| I’m a shooter nigga I should be on EA |
| Choppa in the front seat that’s my new bae |
| You trippin boy you better tie yo shoelace |
| F&N pencil bullets don’t get erased |
| If my bitch get outta line she get replaced |
| I scratch you off the list yea I hit the backspace |
| And my bankrolls big like my fanbase |
| Forensics searchin but they still can’t find the shellcases |
| Bitch I ball like a cancer patient, I’m the shit boy I’m constipated, |
| I hang around robbers and you can get yo shit confiscated, I’m on the phone |
| with Ben Franklin money my conversation, I shoot ya chest and ya leg ya head |
| ugly combination, they mad cause we made it they hatin use it for motivation, |
| I live in the fast lane my life is a celebration |
| I just bought a brand new choppa a baby K |
| I run up in a nigga house broad day |
| I been at the finish line but yall late |
| The judge want me locked down behind them tall gates |
| Fuck these bitches I just want the money! |
| I was sellin snow &it was sunny! |
| I take my time and wrap em like a mummy! |
| No Hilfiger but I got my Tommy! |
| Yo time is runnin out cock my Glock and brung it out |
| They don’t come outside cause they hidin they ain’t comin out |
| This Big Mac with a lot of fries ain’t no runnin out |
| I’m so mothafuckin hot bitches see me and start fallin out |
| Gaaaang gang |