U GON FALL lyrics
by Nettspend
[Intro: Nettspend & tenkay]
di*k, she gon' suck me, she gon' spit, f*ck her on the low (Haha)
b*tch, I'm trappin' in this b*tch
b*tch, in the trap house, nick zuro in this b*tch
Got a gun, got a gun, I'm in L.A., f*ck, goin'—
(You only have one chance)
(Life disappoints you)
(Ayy, n*gga, this your boy tenkay and you listenin' to a DJ Team exclusive)
I can't go out
I can't go out
I can't go out
[Chorus: Nettspend]
I can't go out like a b*tch, got that money in my jeans
That's why they saggin' on my di*k, like, I won't f*ckin' steal your ho
She's just suckin' on my di*k, let me flex on your ho
Let me f*ckin' steal your b*tch, on coke, ridin' di*k
She gon' suck me, she gon' spit, f*ck her on the low (It's over)
b*tch, I'm trappin' in this b*tch
b*tch, in the trap house, nick zuro in this b*tch
Got a gun, got a gun, I'm in L.A., f*ck, goin' out the spot (This is a certified hood classic)
[Verse 1: Nettspend]
Now I'm breakin' through the wall, she gon' suck me on my drawls
With your b*tch, she gon' get it crunk, crunk us
Crunk-ass ho, we gon' f*ck to this song
And you a addy demon, what the f*ck I get wrong?
Bad b*tch havin' fits, where the f*ck I get wrong?
[Verse 2: Nettspend]
Go, yeah
I'm goin' out the spot till I'm breakin' through the wall
I don't care about, yeah, what they sayin'? Send me that (Yeah, yeah)
It's your back, hit your back, break your back, fall (Yeah, yeah)
If you talkin' down on Nett, make you fall
You ain't walkin' down on Nett (Oh)
killjae got that stick, got that Vec'
[Bridge: Michael Gough]
Yes, this is it
The feeling, it's coming back to me, the sensation of killing
[Chorus: Nettspend]
I can't go out like a b*tch, got that money in my jeans
That's why they saggin' on my di*k, like, I won't f*ckin' steal your ho
She's just suckin' on my di*k, let me flex on your ho
Let me f*ckin' steal your b*tch, on coke, ridin' di*k
She gon' suck me, she gon' spit, f*ck her on the low (It's over)
b*tch, I'm trappin' in this b*tch
b*tch, in the trap house, nick zuro in this b*tch
Got a gun, got a gun, I'm in L.A., f*ck, goin' out the spot (This is a certified hood classic)