Fell In Love Lyrics

It's another day in the trenches, a crackhead wash my Porsche
And my aunt keep hittin' my phone, just can't stop f*cking with that boy
Glock 17 nigga that's a toy, suppressor on the Mac it don't make a lot of noise
Hopped in these streets no choice, my niggas thuggin' like they out Detroit
Imma shoot a nigga whole block up, hope these p*ssy ass niggas get the point
Real niggas stand tall in the joint, it was time to slide couldn't believe he was noid (uh)
Imma make the streets hear my voice, tryna pull up on my ex in a f*cking Rolls Royce
Big bands on me nigga, yeah, a duffle bag boy. Nigga tried to set me up I had to punish that boy
I'm something like a legend
Make you feel my presence
Always in first never second (100 Round Goon)
Always shooting never recking
These niggas be talkin' more than a muhf*ckin' reverend
It's nothing on this earth I won't do for my brother
My niggas'll kill for that treasure
I told you I spent a bin up in that Tesla
100 rounds for them p*ssy niggas tryna test us
Coke and the guns on the dresser
Addicted to antidepressants
She f*ck wit me, she say I'm fresh
I love p*ssy but I swear money better
1000 dollars for this Gucci sweater
1000 dollars for the jeans
1000 dollars for the shit give me credit
All them bitches turned me down, I know they regret it
I got lean you can measure
I'm gettin' pints flew in
Imma 5 guy through 5 that's 10
3, 16, 7H that's 10
4, 15, 6, 5 that's 10
I don't gotta talk bout shit I did
Streets gon tell you about some how I live
Used to sleep on the carpet, now I gotta waterbed
Had to cut my man off cause that boy a water head (f*ck a nigga) When you see me, you see me, nigga you better shoot
Please believe me, I keep heat, nigga this what I do
I'm not boutta play with these fake lil niggas, I'm finna leave these niggas loose
I'm not bouta play with these p*ssy lil niggas, I puttin' bullets on they tooth
Ash my blunt on a bitch head, watch what you say out your mouth
Just suck my dick and bitch clean my house, this what that Rich Shoota lifestyle bout
Buy some guns then go buy a house
Buy my bitch a ass, titties, I might buy that lil bitch a mouth
I'm still in the trap, on a dirty couch
I had to get rid of that dirty mouse
Keep my heat like a plumber keep the plumb
I'm putting these f*ck niggas under
Workin' out 5 different numbers
I've been locked up, for 4 f*ckin' summers
You niggas hoes, I know y'all ain't rumbling
Smokin' your man pack, this shit is lovely
I love it. The beef, I love it. The guns, I love it. The drama, I love it. The blood, I love it. The tears, I love it. I love it.. I love it, f*ck it, I love it
I fell in love with the gun smoke, I fell in love with the caskets
I fell in love wit shootin' these p*ssy niggas cause I know that they faggots
I let these f*ck niggas have it
I see some work imma grab it
I'm a muhf*ckin' savage, I'm a muhf*ckin' savage
.223's do damage, streets gave me emotional damage
Uh I let these f*ck niggas have it
Uh I fell in love wit the shells
I fell in love wit the caskets
I fell in love wit the uh guns
I fell in love wit the beef
Uh I fell in love wit the streets
Uh I fell in love with the heat
100 Round Goon, I fell in love

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