King Of The Fall
[Verse 1]I'm addied up, added upI just ate a plate for breakfastPut it in a cup, then I mix it up with TexasChest feeling heavy like a midget on my necklaceBitches that we came with got all of your bitches jealous'Bout to leave the crib with a couple of my piratesDriving by the streets we used to walk through like a triumphMix it in a potion like a scienceThat liquid G diet got a nigga so quietCause the shit so strong, got me feeling like I'm dyingThe shit so raw, nothing else can get me higherOnly time you see me's when I'm balling with my niggas’Cause my life too private, my ride too privateMy flight too private, my shows so riotMy jaw so tired, I go all night in my city to the FallThen it's time for me to fly herI got a girl at home even though she ain't mine yet
[Hook]And she gon' give it up cause she know I might like itShe gon' give it up cause she know I might like itShe gon' give it up cause she know I might like itShe gon' give it up cause she know I might like itBaby girl, you know what I likeBaby, you know just what I likeBaby, you know what I like
[Verse 2]Don't be mad, let her get hersDon't be mad, let her get hersShe make her own luck, she don't give a fuckShe trying to have fun, take a break from the loveMan, your girl so bad, let me get herYour girl so bad, let me get herI make my own luck, I make that pussy talkOn call to the fall, he can like it or notNigga, back the fuck upIf you ain’t with me, motherfucker, you against meIf you ain’t complimenting, nigga, you offendingI been out here last year wasting hella timeXO is the only time investedThem Fall shows every year like a birthdayAnd I’mma do it every year in my birthplaceAnd I ain’t been this gone since ThursdayI never said that I’d be sober in the first place
[Hook]
[Break]Baby girl, you know what I likeBaby, you know just what I like
[Verse 3]I just passed that "nigga fell off" stageJust sold out the O2 at my own paceI can say that I’m attached to nobodyI been getting paper while these niggas tryna stop meShout my nigga Doc, that’s a mentorHad some bad business, nothing personalBut now the word out that we backOn some young Quincy Jones, dark skin Michael JacksonAnd these the motherfuckers that they packagedTheir new shit all be sounding like my past shitBring your girl to my show, give her floor seatsThen she go downtown like she owe meXO, XO, XOMix it up, pour it up, take it down slowThis is my sound, nigga, fuck your soundDid it from the ground, ask around, bitchWhen I touch down, I'ma shake shit upFuck your new man, I'ma break it upHe can come back when I go on the roadBut that pussy mine for the next three months’Cause the kid back, kid back, kid backCop ten whips for my niggas when we landQueen Street nigga making money overseasHad a few more debts, I'ma pay it all in cashShout out XO, shout out to the boyBroke bread on tour, man, it’s all love nowShout my nigga Stix, doing good in these streetsBet he popping more bottles than us right nowReason why they stressing, city never sunnyWhen the kid come through with more niggas than ApolloBut ain’t shit funny, can’t nobody stop meAll my hoes are trained, I make all of them swallowAll of them swallowAll of them swallowAll of them swallowI make all of them swallowAll of them swallowAll of them swallowAll of them swallowI make all of them swallowAll of them swallowAll of them swallowAll of them swallowI make all of them swallowAll of, all ofAll of them swallowAll of them swallowI make all of them swallow