Fell (feat. Gucci Mane & Young Thug)

[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 slut

Then I dropped up out of school, soon I fell for drugs

Then I fell off in the club with a couple guns

Then I fell out with my plug, he wasn't keeping up

Stack one-hundred's, hit the rug, let the trust fund

Fall for bitch, banking on one's

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]

Big bank, all hundred's, pussy nigga no one's

Pocket scale, real niggas and a fucking handgun

I'm from Clayton County, we bring shooters nigga, we don't run

Come through with it from them baggie's, now we selling big bumps

Assault rifle, two-two-three, we chop you down

No diss hoes and re-tweets, just bodies found

In and out of town, local joker ass nigga

In the club popping Spade's by the twenty nigga

Smoking loud nigga, popping molly's nigga

Your dog just went state, not mine nigga

But not mine niggas

We live by the code, [?] nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]

Man I fell out with my girl, man I fell out with that bitch

Get the hell out of this house ho, gon' and pack your shit

Man I fell out with the plug and I fell out with my home boy

Ain't lose sleep about it, tricked out my Jeep about it

If I get ten nigga bricks tonight, then I hear people 'bout it

Fell out off them [?], hopped out two-twenty, I'm smoking chronic

Pouring big tonic, Gucci Two Time's so dropped two Ferrari's

My life is a mini movie, everyday's a video

Nigga is you kidding me? Cause Gucci Mane got baby choppers

Fall out with my baby mama if she said she ain't fucking with Waka

Versace shades I see you nigga, I got on these baller glasses

Chicken long way, all my pockets, all my hoes come pour some shotta's

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Young Thug]

Got them big ol' clips, inside of them little guns

No Nelly, got bands on the Air Force, no one's

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 [?], guns up, she got hunger

No no I could never beat her up, on my mama

But she got more red bottom's, then the number one stunna'

And that's Baby, I would love to help you start a candy lady

My [?], now fuck old ladies

And I nut right in them bitches, and have her oh so baby

And also baby

[Hook]