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f4ll back - gavin hall lyrics

[intro]
uh, yeah
hmm, mmm*through these vvs, [?]
yo saint did this sh*t, this sh*t hard
(y*y*yo saint run it back)

[chorus]
shreddin’ through these bands, need a money counter (cash, *beep*)
pockets too obese, think they need a bouncer (god d*mn)
vv’s on my neck, that sh*t like a fountain (bling baow)
play with me, we send him up, he with a higher power (go*go, go)

i just made a hunnid in my sleep, that’s light (way too easy)
she just popped a ten, now she geeked all night
i can’t beef with broke boys, that’s a different life (no i can’t)
all my opps in second place, b*tch i won the fight (check the score)

[verse 1]
too much money, i need three accountants (racks, racks, racks)
hundred round drum, we gon’ keep it bouncin’ (grrah)
f*ck yo’ plug, lil’ b*tch i’m the outlet (yeah)
big fn, turn his brain to a fountain (brr*brr*brr)

b*tch i’m way too rich to fight, boy go check the stats
he talk tough on ig live, but real life he rats (cap)
got a f&n, a mac, and a brand new strap (brr*grr*grrah)
the only gun that he be toting is the one in his cap
i just hit rodeo, spent a check, that’s facts (cash)
i just dropped a bag and made it back, relax
that lil’ ho a setup, she a trap, fall back (yeah, yeah, yeah)
uh, fall back, fall back, fall back
all my opps in graveyards, check the stats

[chorus]
shreddin’ through these bands, need a money counter (cash)
pockets too obese, think they need a bouncer (god d*mn)
vv’s on my neck, that sh*t like a fountain (bling baow)
play with me, we send him up, he with a higher power (go*go, go)

[verse 2]
i was down bad, now my wrist on pluto (ice, ice, ice)
hunnid k stuffed in the bag, need two tho’
she said she love me, told that ho “you too slow”
now they see me up, tryna ride my new flow

i just hit a label meeting in some amiri sweats
they tryna sign me, i need five just to hear a check
why he talkin’ like he hard? he ain’t a threat (no*no*no)
put my wrist up in the sun, now the weather set
(bussdown, bussdown, bussdown)
everybody hit my line now, i ain’t with it (no)
same ones talkin’ down, now they beggin’ for a ticket
if i ever took a loss, swear to god, i don’t miss it (miss it)
made a m in two months, i’m just different

- gavin hall lyrics

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