Fallin' Out - LUD FOE

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