Ha ha ha ha ha
Aye .40 go bang, pull up with the gang
Pull up with the gang
Hand on my grip, my grip, my grip trigger finger spaz
Blood on my crips, on crips, on crips
"Aye an opp be claimin" uh
Aye and I be banging
Blow your top back
Come round the corner when a gunna wear the glock strapped
Murder my homie now I wonder where the cops at
We'll be dead, we'll be bled
This is all, it's your call
Welcome to The FALL
We'll be dead, we'll be bled
This is all, it's your call
Welcome to The FALL
Aye aye you so clout, shut your mouth
Man murder be about and I've had enough
Put me out, gun in my mouth
Either way I end up dead in the streets
Shot like Pac or shot like Pops
This what kids are bout
Thinking "oh my blood in prison"
Well my blood ain't living
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Ha ha ha ha ha
Aye .40 go bang, pull up with the gang
Pull up with the gang
Hand on my grip, my grip, my grip trigger finger spaz
Blood on my crips, on crips, on crips
"Aye an opp be claimin" uh
Aye and I be banging
Blow your top back
Come round the corner when a gunna wear the glock strapped
Murder my homie now I wonder where the cops at
We'll be dead, we'll be bled
This is all, it's your call
Welcome to The FALL
We'll be dead, we'll be bled
This is all, it's your call
Welcome to The FALL
Aye aye you so clout, shut your mouth
Man murder be about and I've had enough
Put me out, gun in my mouth
Either way I end up dead in the streets
Shot like Pac or shot like Pops
This what kids are bout
Thinking "oh my blood in prison"
Well my blood ain't living
Aye .40 go bang, pull up with the gang
Pull up with the gang
Hand on my grip, my grip, my grip trigger finger spaz
Blood on my crips, on crips, on crips
"Aye an opp be claimin" uh
Aye and I be banging
Blow your top back
Come round the corner when a gunna wear the glock strapped
Murder my homie now I wonder where the cops at
We'll be dead, we'll be bled
This is all, it's your call
Welcome to The FALL
We'll be dead, we'll be bled
This is all, it's your call
Welcome to The FALL
Aye aye you so clout, shut your mouth
Man murder be about and I've had enough
Put me out, gun in my mouth
Either way I end up dead in the streets
Shot like Pac or shot like Pops
This what kids are bout
Thinking "oh my blood in prison"
Well my blood ain't living
Writer: Landin Kralovic, Owen Kotlarczyk
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