Woo, yeah, yeah, yeah

She said (She said, she said, she said let her—)

She said let her fall, huh, I just want your trust, yeah

Gave her all my bread, and she still want a cut (No)

Pick me up once, you in my head now

My bitch, she love me (or am I just—)

Fallin', fallin', fallin', fallin'

All in, all in, fallin', fallin'

VETEMENTS all on the coat

She say that it's love, but I don't feel love, like baby, like where is yo' soul?

I make you ride in different directions, I wanna see what you know, huh

Think I'm in love with your soul

I bring you up to the hills and you was outside in the cold

Take your time, lovin’ on me in the moment

You so right, said I'm hurt, I never show it

Take your time, know you can, I know you'll do it

You don't care, yes, you do, I know you do

Yeah, yeah, I do, I do, know you do

Woah, yeah

I just went got me a band, I ran this shit up, it's a good day

She wanna come to the crib, I tell that lil' ho that she can't stay

Ride around with that kel-tec on my side

Roll that gas, I'm way too fried

Finna walk down with my 9

Pull up like, "Fuck it," I'm breaking her spine and shit

I done took my time in this shit, remember they just wanted me to quit

Can't back down, wouldn't quit, know I really run this shit

I was rockin' Walmart kicks, now I walk 'round with them Ricks

Had to get it up real quick, remember I was out hittin' licks

I can't call back, I'm on a new wave, know I'm on

She tryna hit up my phone every day, every time, I just had to go ghost

Yeah, I'm on a whole 'nother level

I been in my bag, I'm making six figures

She tryna come back cause my pockets got bigger

She know my past, I couldn't go back

She rock VLONE, COMME GARÇONS

Take hits out the bowl, and you know I'm gone

Want you in my life, want you at home

Want you at—huh, huh, want you at home

Young **** still pourin' these meds up

.45 when I aim with it

Headshot, any day of the week, I be smoking on dead opps

Two, three, four FN bullets go straight to your head top

I can't fix all this shit that I messed up

I'm still healing my pain with these meds, yeah

I know you **** still playing, catch up

Try to get up with me, that shit cooked

Tryna run up on me, you gon' die

I got blood, it's all up in my eye

All black when I pull up in disguise

I was alone when I had the fye

Put a nig’ on FOX5, kill ‘em, make ‘em cross sides

Let me up the .45, don’t make me pull up and dump the clip

You on some whole new other shit, I'm on some whole new other shit

You on some whole new other shit, I'm on some whole new other shit

She said (She said, she said, she said let her—)

She said let her fall, huh, I just want your trust, yeah

Gave her all my bread, and she still want a cut (No)

Pick me up once, you in my head now

My bitch, she love me (or am I just—)

Fallin', fallin', fallin', fallin'

All in, all in, fallin', fallin'