Fallout (feat. TheGreatWiggz & King Swank)

TVB Got my guys with me Wah gwan Yo Daark, what's going on? I'm walking out of bounds leashing with my hounds Muffled footsteps all around, you won't hear a sound Farther up you find a crown, harder hits the ground There's no kings allowed up on my mound, you better move around I'm walking out of bounds leashing with my hounds Muffled footsteps all around, you won't hear a sound I've been leaking every season gotta drown them out I keep a couple secrets, I'm a beast that you have never found When I looked for you in town, I asked my friend to ask around That was then but this is now This how I smell, this how I sound My hands look like this so she can go and blow another cloud These are ACG my feet, they got me moving like a plow Kiko Kostadinov on my feet, I'm feeling like the reaper Keep on testing me already seen that I can be a keeper You won't get the best of me when I wear Gore-Tex on my sneakers Haven't even check to see I left a vortex on your speakers I've been hearing what you thought A lot of folks are gassing on your sound that's not enough And now you're stuck, now what's up Spot you flashing pulling stunts I gotta stop laughing long enough to hit the blunt Got her over so I can play patty cake Fucking her everywhere I got a nasty place She want weed, but I don't have my sack today Sike little bitch got my shake and it's stashed away Now it the door, that'll be that a-way Kids got some notes on me, yeah I'm the database I got some paper that I can not pass the priest So if I come boy you better not hassle me Bitch you mad I can what you can't Cause you act like a fan And that shit really mid And I'm not always stupid I think really lucid Loose bulbs still fucked in the head It's WZ in this bitch Got Daark, he cleaning the clip So we can bow I'm petty I pee on this chick She Said r Kelly don't hit I look like how Like boom Now that nigga dead Write a letter, send it it to his kid Like damn Now every pussy know what it is I'm just tryna talk some hot shit, mob shit With my fuckin niggas on some squad shit, pop shit Like a wheelie up in Philly Fresh Prince In the Sota with the twins Fresh prints New weed bad chick F*ck the system and an institution, I got street smarts Shorties popping addy like that shit a fucking sweet tart Box logos and Basquiat, been fucking with the street arts Balenci boots Rick Owens jeans Its in my genes I'm fresh to death Logical deduction, do not need disruption No dysfunction Vibes going up when my niggas step into the function Pandemonium on the rise but I'm just steady ducking Fishnet and heels suckin' toes, I like a freaky bitch I'm walking out of bounds leashing with my hounds Muffled footsteps all around, you won't hear a sound Farther up you find a crown, harder hits the ground There's no kings allowed up on my mound, you better move around I'm walking out of bounds leashing with my hounds Muffled footsteps all around, you won't hear a sound I've been leaking every season gotta drown them out I keep a couple secrets, I'm a beast that you have never found Battle Damage Two