"Fall Out" lyrics
Chinx Lyrics
Fuck em all
Imma mash on them niggas know I ball out
Ride around stash box got the pistola
Nigga got my back against the wall I'm going all out
I be counting cash on them niggas till I fall out
Till I fall out
Till I fall out
Till I fall out
Till I fall out
Imma mash on them niggas know I ball out
I be counting cash on them niggas till I fall out
(What)
(Yay)
Went from riding round in that stolen whip
With that stash box and that Swamy
See now a days these young niggaz just shooting shit its so scary
I'm finna to bomb on these lame niggas
I bet these niggas gone hear me
That loud voice and that pumping out yo chest shit don't scare me
I done came up from the bottom feel like I'm still in it (boop)
All these haters just keep coming bout a hundred miles a minute (right)
So I copped some extra choppers and a bunch of extra clips
Finna roll up on these niggas get to dumping at they lips (yay)
Cause they talking all that bullshit
They popping all that jazz (yay)
Back then I was a bulls fan I never rocked with that jazz
They talking all that money shit but never right with that math
Till we pop out at the mama crib
All gripped up with that mask (yay)
Fuck em all
Imma mash on them niggas know I ball out
Ride around stash box got the pistola
Nigga got my back against the wall I'm going all out
I be counting cash on them niggas till I fall out
Fuck em all
Imma mash on them niggas know I ball out
Ride around stash box got the pistola
Nigga got my back against the wall I'm going all out
I be counting cash on them niggas till I fall out
Got my Jewels on I'm eating right
I'm grubbin' off that plate (yay)
Them niggas speed going to fast
They need to pump they brakes
Came up off the block
Came up off the crate (boop)
Yo bitch know I'm hot
Hit that Hoe and skate
30 grand worth of ice on my wrist
Double up them 36's I was nice with my wrist
Money's all that we know
Lick a shot then reload (yay)
Ballin' out on them haters and let 'em watch it Tevo
Riot still be that gang
Coke boys run the show
Nut I let em hang
Big whips on the road
Fucking up my mama place that kitchen table was chopping (right)
Use to weigh my weight up even when that scale wasn't rocking
Work up out of that spot if you ain't ballin' you blocking
Now I go to the dealer all them foreigns we copping
Crept up on the money I was tiptoeing
We the hottest in the game in ya bitch know it
Fuck em all
Imma mash on them niggas know I ball out
Ride around stash box got the pistola
Nigga got my back against the wall I'm going all out
I be counting cash on them niggas till I fall out
Till I fall out
Till I fall out
Till I fall out
Till I fall out
Imma mash on them niggas know I ball out
I be counting cash on them niggas till I fall out
Imma mash on them niggas know I ball out
Ride around stash box got the pistola
Nigga got my back against the wall I'm going all out
I be counting cash on them niggas till I fall out
Till I fall out
Till I fall out
Till I fall out
Till I fall out
Imma mash on them niggas know I ball out
I be counting cash on them niggas till I fall out
(What)
(Yay)
Went from riding round in that stolen whip
With that stash box and that Swamy
See now a days these young niggaz just shooting shit its so scary
I'm finna to bomb on these lame niggas
I bet these niggas gone hear me
That loud voice and that pumping out yo chest shit don't scare me
I done came up from the bottom feel like I'm still in it (boop)
All these haters just keep coming bout a hundred miles a minute (right)
So I copped some extra choppers and a bunch of extra clips
Finna roll up on these niggas get to dumping at they lips (yay)
Cause they talking all that bullshit
They popping all that jazz (yay)
Back then I was a bulls fan I never rocked with that jazz
They talking all that money shit but never right with that math
Till we pop out at the mama crib
All gripped up with that mask (yay)
Fuck em all
Imma mash on them niggas know I ball out
Ride around stash box got the pistola
Nigga got my back against the wall I'm going all out
I be counting cash on them niggas till I fall out
Fuck em all
Imma mash on them niggas know I ball out
Ride around stash box got the pistola
Nigga got my back against the wall I'm going all out
I be counting cash on them niggas till I fall out
Got my Jewels on I'm eating right
I'm grubbin' off that plate (yay)
Them niggas speed going to fast
They need to pump they brakes
Came up off the block
Came up off the crate (boop)
Yo bitch know I'm hot
Hit that Hoe and skate
30 grand worth of ice on my wrist
Double up them 36's I was nice with my wrist
Money's all that we know
Lick a shot then reload (yay)
Ballin' out on them haters and let 'em watch it Tevo
Riot still be that gang
Coke boys run the show
Nut I let em hang
Big whips on the road
Fucking up my mama place that kitchen table was chopping (right)
Use to weigh my weight up even when that scale wasn't rocking
Work up out of that spot if you ain't ballin' you blocking
Now I go to the dealer all them foreigns we copping
Crept up on the money I was tiptoeing
We the hottest in the game in ya bitch know it
Fuck em all
Imma mash on them niggas know I ball out
Ride around stash box got the pistola
Nigga got my back against the wall I'm going all out
I be counting cash on them niggas till I fall out
Till I fall out
Till I fall out
Till I fall out
Till I fall out
Imma mash on them niggas know I ball out
I be counting cash on them niggas till I fall out
