Fell In Love lyrics

by

Q Da Fool


[Verse]
It’s another day in the trenches, a crackhead wash my Porsche
And my aunt keep hittin’ my phone, just can’t stop f*cking with that boy
Glock 17 n*gga that’s a toy suppressor on the Mac it don’t make a lot of noise
Hopped in these streets no choice, my n*ggas thuggin’ like they out Detroit
I'ma shoot a n*gga whole block up, hope these pus*y ass n*ggas get the point
Real n*ggas stand tall in the joint, it was time to slide couldn’t believe he was noid uh
Imma make the streets hear my voice, tryna pull up on my ex in a f*cking Rolls Royce
Big bands on me n*gga, yeah, a duffle bag boy
n*gga tried to set me up I had to punish that boy
I'm something like a legend
Make you feel my presence
Always in first never second (100 Round Goon)
Always shooting never recking
These n*ggas be talkin’ more than a motherf*ckin' reverend
It’s nothing on this earth I won’t do for my brother
My n*ggas’ll kill for that treasure
I told you I spent a bin up in that Tesla
100 rounds for them pus*y n*ggas tryna test us
Coke and the guns on the dresser
Addicted to antidepressants
She f*ck with me, she say I’m fresh
I love pus*y but I swear money better
A thousand dollars for this Gucci sweater
A thousand dollars for the jeans
A thousand dollars for the sh*t give me credit
All them b*tches turned me down, I know they regret it
I got lean you can measure
I’m gettin’ pints flew in
I'ma 5 guy through 5 that’s 10
3, 16, 7H that’s 10
4, 15, 6, 5 that’s 10
I don’t gotta talk 'bout sh*t I did
Streets gon' tell you about some how I live
Used to sleep on the carpet now I gotta waterbed
Had to cut my man off cause that boy a water head (f*ck a n*gga)
When you see me, you see me, n*gga you better shoot
Please believe me, I keep heat, n*gga this what I do
I’m not boutta play with these fake lil n*ggas, I'm finna leave these n*ggas loose
I’m not bouta play with these pus*y lil n*ggas, I puttin’ bullets on they tooth
Ash my blunt on a b*tch head, watch what you say out your mouth
Just suck my di*k and b*tch clean my house, this what that Rich Shoota lifestyle bout
Buy some guns then go buy a house
Buy my b*tch a ass, titties, I might buy that lil b*tch a mouth
I’m still in the trap, on a dirty couch
I had to get rid of that dirty mouse
Keep my heat like a plumber keep the plumb
I’m putting these f*ck n*ggas under
Workin’ out 5 different numbers
I’ve been locked up, for 4 f*ckin’ summers
You n*ggas hoes, I know y’all ain’t rumbling
Smokin’ your man pack, this sh*t is lovely
I love it. The beef, I love it. The guns, I love it. The drama, I love it. The blood, I love it. The tears, I love it. I love it.. I love it, f*ck it, I love it
I fell in love with the gun smoke, I fell in love with the caskets
I fell in love wit shootin’ these pus*y n*ggas cause I know that they faggots
I let these f*ck n*ggas have it
I see some work imma grab it
I’m a muhf*ckin’ savage, I’m a muhf*ckin’ savage
.223's do damage, streets gave me emotional damage
Uh I let these f*ck n*ggas have it
Uh I fell in love wit the shells
I fell in love wit the caskets
I fell in love wit the uh guns
I fell in love wit the beef
Uh I fell in love wit the streets
Uh I fell in love with the heat
100 Round Goon, I fell in love
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