Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fall Back , by - Mike SmiffRelease date: 01.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fall Back |
| Momma always told me son close your mouth when you eating |
| Took me a while to find out she wasn’t only talking 'bout the dinner table |
| She talking about the streets |
| Stay low-key and run it up young nigga, yeah |
| Let me hear it |
| Head first when I jumped off the porch yeah |
| Young nigga ball hard, no court yeah |
| Standing in the kitchen, hitting it with a fork yeah |
| Trying to put my old girl in a Porsche yeah |
| Cubans all on my neck, all on my wrist |
| At a Haitian restaurant with a Cuban bitch |
| Niggas talk a whole lot but ain’t doing shit |
| U-Haul all I do is make moves bitch |
| I wanted Js when I couldn’t afford to buy the shits |
| Now I rock Js when I’m working out and shit |
| On the treadmill with them number threes on |
| With some three or four hundred dollars headphones |
| You better get yo old lady 'cause she looking at me |
| Yeah she probably wanna throw that lil pussy at me |
| I tell them on the grind when they ask how I been |
| I came up, fell off, and bounced back again |
| I had to fall back and get my head right |
| Yeah, I had to get my head right |
| Had to cut some people off and get my head right |
| Had to duck off and get my bread right |
| Now a young nigga got his swag up |
| Tell her how I talk I got my swag up |
| Got a bop in my walk 'cause my swag up |
| I done fucked around and ran the bag up |
| Music up loud when I came through |
| Blowing marijuana out the sunroof |
| Fuck a nigga bitch if I want to |
| Let her ride the dick like a mongoose |
| Neighborhood superstar I’m that nigga man |
| Phone full of hoes, pocket full of Benjamins |
| Back in middle school they ain’t notice me |
| Now these bitches treat me like I’m Jodici |
| Fuck 'em good and kick em out before they go to sleep |
| Yeah my heart real cold hoe four degrees |
| On and off planes, in and out of rental cars |
| Already drunk, it ain’t even six o’clock |
| Get money, fuck them hoes, do drugs |
| Show you pussy ass niggas no love |
| I’m the type to go broke and get it all back |
| And if that ain’t a hustler then what you call that |
| I had to fall back and get my head right |
| Yeah, I had to get my head right |
| I had to cut some people off and get my head right |
| I had to duck off and get my bread right |
| Now a young nigga got his swag up |
| Tell her how I talk I got my swag up |
| Got a bop in my walk 'cause my swag up |
| I done fucked around and ran the bag up |
| Back to the wind, chest to the fire |
| Looking at the judge in the yes with a grudge on my mind |
| Losing my temper in this jumper 'cause they won’t give me bond |
| But they won’t keep me long |
| Walking through the flea market, bouncing like I hit like a liq |
| Small talk convo getting short when I need a brick |
| I never knew you niggas in the first place |
| And I wanna rob you niggas in the worst way |
| Get the fuck from round me with that hoe talk |
| Like the wind, this white blow soft |
| P89 press and play nigga, no pause |
| Take attorneys on a journey like ain’t no laws |
| Won’t run 'til the bomb done |
| Won’t sleep 'til you dead with the car running |
| Put a bag on your head |
| Even if I got to borrow money |
| Even if I got to borrow bond money you dead |
| I had to fall back and get my head right |
| Yeah, I had to get my head right |
| I had to cut some people off and get my head right |
| I had to duck off and get my bread right |
| Now a young nigga got his swag up |
| Tell her how I talk I got my swag up |
| Got a bop in my walk 'cause my swag up |
| I done fucked around and ran the bag up |