Fallin' Out

(Kid Wond3r, you made this beat? Damn)

Ay, out west 290 shit, bitch

No Hooks Part II, you know how I'm rockin', nigga

Get your guns up, get your funds up

You on that opp shit, get mop sticked, bitch

Face shot gang, ay (gang, gang, gang)

It's so motherfuckin' 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 motherfuckin' high that I can't stand in this bitch

You a motherfuckin' lie, you say I ran from some shit

Probably run off on the plug, probably run off with his drugs

Nigga run up on me wrong, so he run into some slugs

And I'm probably in the club, in VIP with some thugs

No security with me 'cause bitch, we deep and we got guns

He was chasin' me, they 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 redrum (gang, gang)

Run up in your spot, green beams on all our guns

She got expensive taste, have my dick all on her gums

Boy, the 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

Ay, Lil Stewie, these hoes stars truck, they say I do some

You a broke nigga, petty ass, using coupons

It's just me and Yae, pull up on your J with two guns

We ain't aimin' at your legs, bitch, we aimin' at your 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, got my feet all in that sand, bitch

The block on the walk up with a drum like I played in a band, bitch

I'm so motherfuckin' high that I can't see straight

These bitches see me 3D and they press replay

I'm a shooter, nigga, I should be on EA

Chopper in the front seat, that's my new bae (that's my new bae)

Yeah, you trippin', boy, you better tie your shoelace (tie your shoelace)

F&N pencil bullets, don't get erased (don't get erased)

If my bitch get out of line, she get replaced (she get replaced)

I scratch you off the list, yeah, I hit the backspace

And my bankrolls big like my fanbase (my fan base)

Forensics searchin', but they still can't find the shell cases

Bitch, I ball like a cancer patient, I'm the shit, boy, I'm constipated

I hang around robbers and you can get your shit confiscated

I'm on the phone with Ben Franklin, money my conversation

I shoot your chest and your leg, your head, ugly combination

They mad 'cause we made it, they hatin', use 'em for motivation

I live in the fast lane, my life is a celebration

I just bought a brand-new chopper, a baby K

I run up in a nigga house, broad day (bitch)

I been at the finish line, but y'all late (but y'all late)

The judge want me locked down behind them tall gates

Fuck these bitches, I just want the money

I was sellin' snow and it was sunny

I take my time and wrap 'em like a mummy

No Hilfiger, but I brought my Tommy

Your time is runnin' out, grab my Glock and rung it out

They don't come outside 'cause they hidin', they ain't comin' out

Got this big MAC with a lot of fries, ain't no runnin' out

I'm so motherfuckin' hot, bitches see me and start fallin' out

Gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang (No Hooks Part II, bitch)