Won’t Fall lyrics
by Trippie Redd
[Intro]
Yeah, okay, hey, hey, uh
[Verse]
Uh, touch your gut, f*ck your gut
I can touch your gut, I can f*ck your gut
Let's get this understood, b*tch, I'm from the hood
Yeah, I'm from the mud, know that cop a bud
Know that choppa good, b*tch, I'm high, you know it
Feds, hide the nugs, feds at your door
Run down like a pick & roll, f*ck that b*tch, she pigeon-toed
All of my J's original, no, you cannot take a picture, ho
Don't hit me up on no finsta, ho, don't got time for no Insta', ho
Hop in the truck and I hit the sto', chopper gon' bust if I give the go
Don't know about time, but I am a goat
In the Vatican, b*tch, she call me the goat
You going downhill, slippery slope
Choppers a murderer, not adjusted
Walk in, [?] all on the dresser
I am the one, b*tch, I'm drugger-drugger
Pop at your mom and your aunt and brother
I think that b*tch should've wore a rubber
But that lil' ho got f*cked raw
Man, it don' p*ssed me the f*ck off
If you don't like me then f*ck off (Yeah), ha
[Outro]
Uh, I won't fall, fall
Won't fall
Won't fall (Yeah)
Won't fall
Uh, won't fall for him