FALLING OFF lyrics

[Intro]
What the f*ck?

[Chorus: Duke Deuce]
Bad b*tches all at my shows with no tops, they takin' it off (They takin' it off)
f*ck you thought, boy I got money but b*tch I'm poppin' sh*t off (I'm poppin' sh*t off)
I got the ice and the money, the drip-b*tch I'm a boss (b*tch, I'm a boss)
b*tch, I'm the King of Crunk, so it ain't no fallin' off (No fallin' off)
It ain't no fallin' off (No)
Young n*gga poppin' off
It ain't no fallin' off (No)
Young n*gga poppin' off
It ain't no fallin' off (No)
Young n*gga poppin' off
It ain't no fallin' off (No)
Young n*gga poppin' off
(What the f*ck?)

[Verse 1: Duke Deuce]
I get you buck, I get you crunk and we ain't giving a f*ck
I chase that roll with some liquor, now I'm f*cking sh*t up
On they ass, got me mad we might stomp you and yo' mans
Yelling, "f*ck twelve too," can't no badge get a pass
Uh, out of my body and can't no one stop me, I got it on lock (Grr)
Stop all that poppin', we ain't doing no talking, come talk to this Glock (Pop-pop-pop-pop)
Know I look nice but, don't touch on my ice if you don't know the price (Come and find out)
Check out my n*gga, perky got him itching, he high as a kite (Woo)
All this damn money, got my Levi jeans swole
Come here, baby, I just want your mind, body, soul
If twelve get behind us, then you better not ever fold
You keep it gutta with me, baby, we can rock and roll
(What the f*ck?)
[Chorus: Duke Deuce]
Bad b*tches all at my shows with no tops, they takin' it off (They takin' it off)
f*ck you thought, boy I got money but b*tch I'm poppin' sh*t off (I'm poppin' sh*t off)
I got the ice and the money, the drip-b*tch I'm a boss (b*tch, I'm a boss)
b*tch, I'm the King of Crunk, so it ain't no fallin' off (No fallin' off)
It ain't no fallin' off (No)
Young n*gga poppin' off
It ain't no fallin' off (No)
Young n*gga poppin' off
It ain't no fallin' off (No)
Young n*gga poppin' off
It ain't no fallin' off (No)
Young n*gga poppin' off
(What the f*ck?)

[Verse 2: Rico Nasty]
Stop the shenanigans, we bring the sticks and the hammers in (Yeah, boom-boom-boom)
Blow out your light like a candle my b*tches be going commando, no panties, just ammo (Yeah)
I'm Rico but, b*tch, I got bullets like Rambo
I'm loco, put b*tches to sleep in a chokehold, we don't fold
No matter the weather, I'm ten toes
Bet these hoes gonna fold under pressure
Yeah, I know
Rockstar b*tch spikes studded my rockstar whip
R13 boots match the trench
I'm a glamorous b*tch, still f*ck with the trenches
Hoping out of different Benzes
Pull up, and I cause a frenzy
Fill a hater up with lead, no Zeppelin
Ain't no fallin' off, b*tch, we steppin'
It ain't no fallin' off (No)
It ain't no fallin' off (No)
It ain't no fallin' off (No)
Young b*tch, I'm poppin' off
It ain't no fallin' off
It ain't no fallin' off (No)
It ain't no fallin' off (No)
It ain't no fallin' off (No)
Young b*tch, I'm poppin' off
[Chorus: Duke Deuce]
Bad b*tches all at my shows with no tops, they takin' it off (They takin' it off)
f*ck you thought, boy I got money but b*tch I'm poppin' sh*t off (I'm poppin' sh*t off)
I got the ice and the money, the drip-b*tch I'm a boss (b*tch, I'm a boss)
b*tch, I'm the King of Crunk, so it ain't no fallin' off (No fallin' off)
It ain't no fallin' off (No)
Young n*gga poppin' off
It ain't no fallin' off (No)
Young n*gga poppin' off
It ain't no fallin' off (No)
Young n*gga poppin' off
It ain't no fallin' off (No)
Young n*gga poppin' off