Lyrics Fall Back - Mike Smiff, Gunplay

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