Falling Down

Lyrics

[Intro] (RAF, RAF, RAF, RAF) [Chorus] In the back of the 'Bach with my feet up Yeah, this whip cost a lot, better back up Hundred rounds on me, I don't need backup Whole gang bossed, I guarantee they gon' look at us Wake me up to some head, I might need you Know she sick of me, she got a fever On my way to Miami, I'm geeked up You addicted to drugs, I'm addicted to money My pop changin' colors, that bitch super muddy I'm killin' this bitch from the back like she owe me Got a tiger in the backyard, I'm living like Tony From the scars on her body, I can tell that she lonely I'm married to the money, she wanna marry me Tiptoe out the room in a pair of three Too much motion, you can't even cross the street Turn to a dickhead when I'm off of codeine [Verse] I don't really know who love me for who I am, If it's just these bands I wipe my ass with a hundred, throw it at your face, it was part of the plan, yeah Shittin' on niggas, goddamn, yeah Black and white Balencis, not Vans Built this shit from the ground where I stand I stay blessin' my bitch, amen She fed up with me, she don't wanna be alive no more I'm workin' hard so the whole gang glow Got drank from Philly, call it Rocky Balboa Dig up in her pussy like I'm lookin' for gold Yeah, pints coming in Take a picture, I just popped a rubber band Weighing up pounds, I ain't weighing up a gram I do what I want and you doin' what you can Guarantee, I'm more high than an airplane Sippin' red wine, this ain't no rosé Want me out of your life, I'm like, "Okay" Try to reach, we gon' aim for your nose ring My bitch bite like a pit' but she well trained Servin' pills on the play like it's cocaine Why you feel entitled? You a no-name You got caught in a lie, it's on 4K Don't get popped in your shit havin' road rage [Chorus] In the back of the 'Bach with my feet up Yeah, this whip cost a lot, better back up Hundred rounds on me, I don't need backup Whole gang bossed, I guarantee they gon' look at us Wake me up to some head, I might need you Know she sick of me, she got a fever On my way to Miami, I'm geeked up You addicted to drugs, I'm addicted to money My pop changin' colors, that bitch super muddy I'm killin' this bitch from the back like she owe me Got a tiger in the backyard, I'm living like Tony From the scars on her body, I can tell that she lonely I'm married to the money, she wanna marry me Tiptoe out the room in a pair of three Too much motion, you can't even cross the street Turn to a dickhead when I'm off of codeine