Top Songs By Wallfella
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wallfella
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Wall
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Broke Boi
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Take that look off your face, don't like this, go away
Out here for days tryna make somethin' loud for the cake
Slice that fourteen ways, ain't no marks on the tape, clean like a plate when I'm greedy
Make no mistake, make no debates
Ain't no top list here, only one man running the game
Don't give a rat's what they say
[Verse 2]
I'm laying out low like a panther, lookin' like I have the answers, what are ya after?
I'm thinking you wanna barter, trading with you, will ya stop? I ain't taking this farther
They know the suss, seeing me, they know what's up
I'm never givin' it up
If you were expecting a sixteen from me then that's tough
Stream all my shit or shut up
[Verse 3]
Blood on the leaves, I see a chance and I reach
From all this music, I'm smitten like Jorja, I'm hitting that shit like a beach
Trust me, they'll gimme the quiche
Out here, I'm easy, they look like eejits
Taking this game in my grip and I squeeze it
You won't believe the shit that I've seen, the places I've been, the people I leave
[Verse 4]
All of my days on this earth, tryna seize
Thank you and please, that's all a man needs
Out here I'm grease, like Giggs, I'm ruling the wings
A whale to the sharks in the scene, I take a walk, all I see is baggies and fiends
Empty and scattered with kids all around them
Hide-and-seek and a swing, all for somebody to profit and say he's the king
[Verse 5]
Take that on the low-low
Quarter of that get you killed if you go broke, oh, no
Ears aren't working, eithers the phone, though, you'll never go to the po-po, uh
[Verse 6]
Won't understand me, you never will
If you want the moment then take a still
Pumping out realness, up on your feet, my actions are louder than any bill
Been facing the hardship for years
Man, I don't got no more tears
Ran those all dry, never turned to the powder or the pills, that liquid, it helps me to chill
[Verse 7]
Thinking of pastures greener, call me Big Poppa like Breener, show me a rapper that's meaner
Running it back, you would think I'm a Pittsburgh Steeler, give you the fever
I'm going viral soon, I feel it
I'll take that shine from somebody, I'll steal it
Names are crossed straight off of the list, I'm running the river 'cause I am the dealer, yeah
[Outro]
Don't chat shit to me, the king, yeah
Written by: William Wall