1 F4lL lyrics

[Intro]
f*ck this ho', hell yeah, why not?
Runnin' through these ho's, hell yeah, why stop?
Put these bands up, bro, they Saint Laurent (SGT-HI-C)
Off the shroomie stems, psychonaut
Got shrooms in the trap, hell yeah, come shop
All these racks on me, n*gga, count it up
n*gga take off on that Yahama
On a bike, I feel like Kaneda
(S-S-S!LK RD)
(Heaven or Hell? Let's rock)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
They'll pray I fall off, prayed on m- d-downfall
Remember I was down bad, I ran it up without y'all
Yeah, yea-yeah
In a Porschey hot rod
n*gga peel- t-top off
Hysteric, VETEMENTS
Type of sh*t that I rock
Pouring Tris till I nod off
Backwood full of Moon Rocks
Molly crystal, pop rocks
sh*t madе- j-jaw lock
Foreign hoes in my call logs
Blowin' up my phone, b*tch, oh no, finna gеt yo' call blocked
Yellow b*tch, like Spongebob
f*ckin' hoes in France, ménage à trois, tell the hoe, "Bon voyage"
Hysteric Glam', Chanel, damn, fas- i-icon
Hysteric Glam', Chanel, damn, fashion icon
I'm a vamp, damn, stryofoam pourin' up red rum
Glock 19, hell yeah, magazi- r-real long
Red key, red eyes, smokin' on redbone
Re-Red b*tch, real fat ass, throat game real strong
V8 Dodge, supercharge, hell yeah, b*tch, I'm gone
Magical Girl Site, shawty, keep that stick like a wand
Posted up in the field, shawty, pass that stick like baton
Pull up in a Hellcat Dodge, Russian cream rolled fat, like logs
Kush green like Sgt. Frog
Shroomie P’s, roll em’ up like gauze
Re-Redbone b*tch, oh my god, throat game real strong
Redbone b*tch, real fat ass, give me head, salon
Co-come to the trap, n*gga, shrooms "R" us
Real rich homie, yeah, I feel like Quan
Iceberg on my neck and watch
Tattoos on my neck and arms
Wide body swim through the streets like Jaws
Geeked on a pill, 30 Seconds To Mars
5-4-3-2-1, let's fall
f*ck n*ggas on my di*k, get off
Yeah
f*ck n*ggas on my di*k, get off
Chop-Chop with a scope, n*gga get picked off
Got Ricky on, shawty rip it off
Ink on me, shawty lick it off
She in love with drugs, it's a trauma bond
Try to text my phone, and I dont respond
Flex on them, got em’ so p*ssed off
Finesse lil bro, n*gga get ripped off
Twin-turbo Skyline GT-R
Engine roarin', twin exhaust
Hi-C too juiced up dot-com
n*gga pull up Porschey, red hot rod
Tryna take my chain, n*gga, gun get drawn
Leave a f*ckboy ass outlined in chalk (f*ck you)
I'ma fu-f*ck his ho', hell yeah, why not?
Runnin' through these ho's, hell yeah, why stop?
Put these bands up, bro, they Saint Laurent
Off the shroomie stems, psy-psychonaut
Got shrooms in the trap, hell yeah, come shop
All these racks on me, n*gga, count it up
n*gga take off on that Yahama
On a bike, I feel like Kaneda
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (This is too easy)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah