Chris Fell Off lyrics

[Intro]
Yea

[Chorus]
Chris fell off (ahh) , n*gga stop it
f*ck about no views long as money in my pocket (b*tch)
Got a pocket rocket for n*ggas who watchin’ (on God)
Flooded my new b*tch, matchin’ Rollies, I just copped it (yeah yeah)
Cheated on my b*tch and broke her heart (ok)
Do I regret it?
Hell nah, I ain’t got a heart
From the bottom of my heart, n*gga f*ck how you feel about me
(Facts)
Main n*ggas hatin’ be them n*ggas rockin’ Abercrombie
(On God)

[Verse]
f*ck I look like chasing you and I’m the one with the bag (b*tch)
See why n*ggas mad cause I been in my bag
b*tches talkin’ ‘bout “ugly where?”
b*tch right there (ah)
Lace front stale, b*tch you need some new hair
And I only fear God
Quick to lose a b*tch like a AirPod
b*tches come around me actin’ faithful
I ain’t buying that (nah)
She tryna run off, I dumped the di*k where her spine at (ha)
And yeah I’m a cheater, but I can’t cheat myself (facts)
I’d be stupid to love a b*tch and I don’t love myself (oh sh*t)
Single life boring but it’s peaceful as f*ck (on god)
I ain’t gotta deal with you after I bust a nut
When I die everybody gone swear they my dog
But who f*ck with me right now? (b*tch)
Yeah, b*tch who f*ck with me right now? (Huh?)
See you doing challenges, come beatbox on this di*k (b*tch)
b*tch I’m from Detroit where we hit jugs and we hit licks (yea)
Grown n*ggas mad cause we turned up and we got rich (b*tch)
But you could do it too, just put your mind to this sh*t
(That’s all you gotta do n*gga, don’t hate on me)
n*ggas don’t like me, I gotta deal with it
b*tch you bet not talk to nobody
Don’t give a f*ck if I got six b*tches (ahh haha)
And I’m not just anybody b*tch I keep a nine (you know I do)
Put you on my Only Fans b*tch it’s demon time
b*tch we too young to settle down (yea)
So you know this di*k gone get around (get around, get around)
Say I wouldn’t make it now all my carts push the start
f*ck all them n*ggas who be talking out they jaw (b*tch)
Cause n*ggas ain’t tough they just act hard
Took a n*gga b*tch
I’ll have her running from this di*k like she a track star
[Chorus]
Chris fell off, n*gga stop it (yea, n*gga stop it)
f*ck about no views long as money in my pocket (b*tch I’m good)
Got a pocket rocket for n*ggas who watchin’ (I do)
Flooded my new b*tch, matchin’ Rollies, I just copped it
(I just copped it)
Cheated on my b*tch and broke her heart (hey hey hey hey)
Do I regret it? (Huh huh hey hey)
Hell nah, I ain’t got a heart
From the bottom of my heart, n*gga f*ck how you feel about me
Main n*ggas hatin’ be the ones rockin’ Abercrombie
(Abercrombie)

[Outro]
Woah, and if it’s up then it’s stuck
Hey hey and if it’s up then it’s stuck
Aye