Fall Guys (feat. Totty Mug) lyrics

[Verse 1: Gleason]
Yeah, my life like Fall Guys, with all these Opps I got, I call guys, chef man up like French fries
Long shot even if you’re in NY, leave man more f*cked up than Hentai
Man’s on a quest like Tribe, you know I got the best scribe, my pen
Leave man out of breath. Then we roll again, I’m so over sends
Dissed them for a week then I was over them, don’t choke up flem
I got disgusting bars that’ll challenge them, mangle ‘еm, it’s intangible
My bars come through like insеct mandibles, I’ll just trample ‘em (on god)

[Verse 2: Totty Mug]
Talking about guys, better hope he don’t fall, aim and shoot the ball
We leave man on the floor like Walt, Totty’s flow part of the revolt
When they hate I know that they revolt, the racks I’m making? A lot
Cut man up, leave him in a baby’s cot, with how much bread I’ve lately got

[Chorus: Totty Mug]
It’s fall guys, I got all guys, and we’re off-line, not online
It’s fall guys, don’t call guys, cos’ we’re off-line, hang you on-line

[Verse 3: Gleason]
Yeah, rapping about fall guys, I got fall guys who’ll take cover for one of my four-guys
That’s me, Wheezy, Megagrung and Totty mug
Leave man shook up, cause a ruckus, shut the f*ck up
Leave man bleeding but don’t chat about “blud”
I don’t trust them guys, the flow more twisted than a bread-tie
The flow so twisted, you better evict it from your mind, it’s rent free and you’re livid (get it?)
It sounds like I’m repeating myself like an ibid
Treating my life like Fall Guys, you man are idiots
[Chorus: Totty Mug]
It’s fall guys, I got all guys, and we’re off-line, not online
It’s fall guys, don’t call guys, cos’ we’re off-line, hang you on-line
It’s fall guys, I got all guys, and we’re off-line, not online
It’s fall guys, don’t call guys, cos’ we’re off-line, hang you on-line