lirik lagu fatt macc - wtf is fallin off?
[intro]
yeah
show me how to get that sh~t gone, man
show a n~gga how to run it up
more money for n~ggas to look out to (kid ace from [?], so you know he trim), n~gga, it’s trap motivation
[chorus]
what the f~ck is fallin’ off if you got clientele? (on god)
ran this sh~t up on my own,i ain’t have n0body help (f~ck ’em)
any n~gga played with it, frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt
any n~gga played with it got hit with a belt
[verse 1]
took down risks, i’ll grow them back (on god)
slept on the floor, the bowls on the pallet (sh~t)
you don’t know the number, you ain’t went to cali’
heard you on your d~ck, you ain’t havin’ (you ain’t havin’)
the player of the month, all the drugs on me (on me)
n~gga got a deal, but he got a budget
i just got a hundred and i ain’t have to tussle
i ain’t gotta post it, n~ggas know i’m trappin’ (trap)
where thе f~ck would i be at if i ain’t have all thesе drugs (drugs)
i still be at the trap gettin’ rid of sh~t, young n~gga juggin’
lemon cherry bag got me eatin’, my pockets full
i could hear the cat up in your rap, these n~ggas trappin’
these n~ggas roadrunner, pack flipper, on god (on god)
i ain’t got no jewelry on, i’m that n~gga (on god)
baby sendin’ them bowls, that boy a pack sitter (the f~ck?)
yeah, i don’t want your ho, i let big rack hit her (phew)
i got all this ice up on my neck, i look like mr. t (trap)
ballin’ on these n~ggas in my sleep, while i’m fake car squeaky clean (yeah)
rich as f~ck, i’m f~ckin’ ratchet b~tches at the bnb (ratchet)
ain’t no way these exotic bowls this cheap, i sold him cpd
j’s on with the nike fleets
can you move a hundred in a week? (can you move a hundred?)
i done sold a hundred in my sleep (a hundred)
you can sell a hundred, if you dreamin’
all the trap n~ggas love fatt
“fatt broke,” you’d love that (love that)
out of bounds, b~tches love fatt (they love fatt)
fast money, i just love trappin’ (on god)
[chorus]
what the f~ck is fallin’ off if you got clientele? (got clientele)
ran this sh~t up on my own, i ain’t have n0body help (ain’t have n0body help)
any n~gga played with it, frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt (frrt)
any n~gga played with it got hit with a belt (got hit with a belt, p~ssy)
[verse 2]
open, knockin’ bowls through the chimney
halt the house, you’ll think it’s christmas (christmas)
tookin’ risks ’cause i had to flip somethin’ (yeah)
two hoes, knock ’em in the middle (b~tch)
dope boy rock the tank~top
pack it up, but it ain’t za
dropped the tape and it ain’t flop (on god)
baby, i’m a real trap n~gga
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