Young Thug - Fell lyrics

[Hook: Young Thug] I fell in love Plus the bottom of her shoes look like she fell in blood I stay sipping, never slipping, but I fell in mud Every time I wake up, I be with a different s*ut Then I dropped up out of school, soon I fell for d** Then I fell off in the club with a couple girls Then I fell out with my plug, he wasn't keeping up Stacking hundreds, hit the road, that's the trust fund Fall for big bank, no ones [Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] Big bank, all hundreds, p**y n***a, no ones Pocket scale, real n***as, and a f**ing handgun I'm from Clayton County, we bring shooters, n***a, we don't run Come through with it from them baggies, now we selling big bumps Assault rifle 223, we chop you down No diss songs and retweets, just bodies found In and out of town, local joker a** n***a In the club popping Spade by the twenty, n***a Smoking loud, n***a, popping mollys, n***a Your dog just went state, not my n***a But not my n***as We live by the code, mob ties, n***a [Hook: Young Thug] [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] Man, I fell out with my girl, man, I fell out with that b**h Get the hell out of this house, ho, gon' and pack your sh** Man, I fell out with the plug and I fell out with my homeboy Ain't lose sleep about it, tricked out my Jeep about it If I get ten n***a bleached tonight, better not hear a peep about it Fell out off in Onyx, at 'bout two-twenty, I'm smoking chronic Pouring pink tonic, Gucci too turnt, so dropped two Ferraris My life is a mini movie, every day's a video n***a, is you kidding me, cause Gucci Mane got baby choppers Fall out with my baby mama if she said she ain't f**ing with Waka Versace shades, I see you n***a, I got on these baller gla**es Chicken long way, all my pockets, all my hoes compulsive shoppers [Hook: Young Thug] [Verse 3: Young Thug] Got them big ol' clips inside of them little guns No Nelly, got bands on the Air Force, no ones I'm silly, I got Xan, worked hard, my car Just made it to me, where I come from ain't far For you to see a rich, I'm a geek and a monster She wanna s** these sneakers up, she got hunger No, no, I could never beat her up, on my momma But she got more red bottoms than the number one stunna And that's Baby, I would love to help you start a candy lady My mom sprayed me with cherry blossoms now I f** old ladies And I nut right in them b**hes, and have her oh so baby And also baby [Hook: Young Thug]