Fall Back Freestyle (feat. Brokeboiboog) [Bonus Track]

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Migo Poppy

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I’m at ya bitch house right now playing sleepover
I’m tryna get that pack gone ‘fore the week over
Color money, yeah this shit look like crayola
Me and Poppy just pulled up in that Range Rover
And you know that I came thru swervin’
This a big body, no Suburban
I ain’t fucking with you cause ya workin’
12 got ya on the block lurkin’
7.62’s coming out the Drac
Got big boy shit, It’ll eat a nigga face
One day you gon’ see Lil Poppy in the Wraith
Got the stars in the roof so she feeling outer space
Two door coupe, I done ran out of space
Fucking on ya bitch I be pulling on her lace
She sucking on the dick, I’ma put it on her face
All these niggas know I’m slime, I ain’t never been a snake
I been really on my grind, need to take a water break
Whew, get back at it
We’ll let a nigga have it if it’s static
Play with us, this shit get tragic
Ask me, Ion even know what happened
I was fucking on a hoe when it happened
Grind the sack out, DP bag it
I’m the type to get that money then stash it
Kick the bitch out, if she say bae to me
You can come over but you cannot stay with me
I’m in the trap, that’s where them killers be
I got the strap, right where my hip be
I’ma smoke a nigga just like a chimney
It ain’t no robbing me, it ain’t no killing me
Shawty a model she say that she feeling me
Yeah, girl get a way from me
Yeah, you ain’t no friend of me
Can’t trust that bih, might be fucking my enemies
I just walked in the store, told ‘em Fendi me
Who hot as me, crickets like Jiminy
I’m tryna plant me some shit, grow a money tree
Yeah that’s yo hoe but she laying up under me
A year ago swear that bih was not stuntin’ me
Now I make all these lil bitches come f*ck for free
She eat up the drip, she know this shit cost on me
She wanna come see how them bosses be
We make this shit look make believe
Like it’s some in a magazine
Got Rambo ammo in the magazine
We gon’ make him run like an athlete
He ain’t gon’ get too far before the cutter hit him
We gon’ flip his ass like a trampoline
We gon’ flip his ass and get up outta there
Got designer clothes you know she gotta stare
These Balenciaga’s, you ain’t got a pair
If she f*ck me good, I might buy a pair
I’ma smack on her ass and I pull her hair
Swimming all in that shit just like Michael Phelps
BB Simon Lil bitch that’s my type of belt
Ion love her I told her I kind of care
I’m the man, I be moving them packs
Can’t do business with you if you a rat
Back then used to ride round in splats
I know young niggas love to jack
If they knock at the front tell ‘em go to the back
We don’t move like that, we swifter than that
Phone ring I need it out of the match
Thick bitch getting hit from the back
I’m a dog you know I go deep in the cat
She say ain’t know you could f*ck me like that
Damn I ain’t know you could suck it like that
I’ma take her ass thru there, I’ma send her ass back
She say drop a couple racks ‘cause she want her ass fat
Uh, wait, but why would I do that
I’m like you not my bitch she like true that
Ion do attitudes you can lose that
Niggas capping I already knew that
These niggas be hating but they ain’t gon’ show that
That boy got a gun but I know he won’t blow that
Lil Poppy sending bullets right where ya fro at
Ain’t got no time to play I’m pushing his shit back
Just give me the drop where he lay at
I’ma go creep where he stay at
Damon Wayans, we don’t play that
I got that shit make him get back
I got that make ya get right
We chopping niggas f*ck a fistfight
I’m in the trap day and all night
I’ma f*ck her once and ain’t gon’ call bike
She be doing too much I had to fall bike

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