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Fall Threw

Fall Threw Lyrics by Rich the Kid
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Wheezy outta here

I got me some twins, identical (what)
I cannot crash the Bentley coupe (skrrt)
Count up the racks, it's nothing new
The pussy on drip, tell her, "Fall through" (fall through)
Pinky ring, that's the igloo (Igloo)
Stack the racks, the money tall as you
Count a hunnid, but it's nothing, dude
Pussy on drip, tell her, "Fall through"

I'm fuckin' this bitch on the bed (on God)
I told her, "Proceed with the head" (on God)
I'm countin' these racks on these feds (on God)
I'm puttin' my shit on her legs (on God)
I told the lil' bitch, "It's the kid" (the kid)
I told the lil' bitch, "I'm the best" (yeah)
I came with a 9 and a TEC (a 9)
I'm keeping a photo with the bitch (ooh)

I'm fuckin' with Rich 'cause I'm rich (ooh)
I told her "I'm keepin' it rich" (ooh)
Yeah, bitch, I cannot
I fucked you 'cause you a lil' thot, thot (thot, thot)
I came with two 9's like I'm Rondo (Rondo)
Then I hit the 9 with the jackpot (jackpot)
Yeah, I got the crockpot
Yeah, I'm smokin' like magma

I got me some twins, identical (what)
I cannot crash the Bentley coupe (skrrt)
Count up the racks, it's nothing new
The pussy on drip, tell her, "Fall through" (fall through)
Pinky ring, that's the igloo (igloo)
Stack the racks, the money tall as you
Count a hunnid, but it's nothing, dude
Pussy on drip, tell her, "Fall through"

I'm fuckin' this bitch on the bed (on God)
I told her, "Proceed with the head" (on God)
I'm countin' these racks on these feds (on God)
I'm puttin' my shit on her legs (on God)
I told the lil' bitch, "It's the kid" (the kid)
I told the lil' bitch, "I'm the best" (yeah)
I came with a 9 and a TEC (a 9) (yuh)
I'm keeping a photo with the bitch (ooh)

Pull off in that Lambo quick (skrrt)
Forty racks and a TEC in this bitch (what?)
Quarter mil' on my necklaces
Tell your bitch to stop textin' me (bih)
I've been livin' so reckless (so reckless)
I done crashed the Bentley (skrrt)
But my pockets ain't empty (ain't empty)
Why are you flexin'? It's rented (it's rented)
I might do the whole dash, for sure (what?)
The McLaren got suicide doors (suicide doors)
I'm payin' cash, no lease (lease)
She keep the pussy on fleek (fleek)
She keep the Gucci on fleek (Gucci)
I f*ck her, it's nice to meet (yaw)
No, you can't get a bite to eat (woo)
Chase the check, I don't like to sleep (Rich!)

I got me some twins, identical (what)
I cannot crash the Bentley coupe (skrrt)
Count up the racks, it's nothing new
The pussy on drip, tell her, "Fall through" (fall through)
Pinky ring, that's the igloo (igloo)
Stack the racks, the money tall as you
Count a hunnid, but it's nothing, dude
Pussy on drip, tell her, "Fall through"

I'm fuckin' this bitch on the bed (on God)
I told her, "Proceed with the head" (on God)
I'm countin' these racks on these feds (on God)
I'm puttin' my shit on her legs (on God)
I told the lil' bitch, "It's the kid" (the kid)
I told the lil' bitch, "I'm the best" (yeah)
I came with a 9 and a TEC (a 9) (yuh)
I'm keeping a photo with the bitch (ooh)

You couldn't afford a T-Rex (nah)
Got pointers in all the Rolex (yeah)
She shallow that shit in her neck (damn)
I'm fucking her good on the X (the X)
But the police still tryna arrest (arrest)
Tryna make a rich nigga stress (stress)
Yeah, I'm drippin' like sweat (dripping like sweat)
Niggas ain't drippin' like that (niggas ain't drippin' like that)
Put two hunnid K in the bag (the bag)
Pull out the latest Maybach (maybach)
YSL ain't going out sad (ain't going out sad)
Yeah, we on the map (we on the map)
I put the stick on my lap (stick on my lap)
These lames ain't giving me dap (no)
You need to get rid of the cap (rid of the cap)

I got me some twins, identical (what)
I cannot crash the Bentley coupe (skrrt)
Count up the racks, it's nothing new
The pussy on drip, tell her, "Fall through" (fall through)
Pinky ring, that's the igloo (igloo)
Stack the racks, the money tall as you
Count a hunnid, but it's nothing, dude
Pussy on drip, tell her, "Fall through"

I'm fuckin' this bitch on the bed (on God)
I told her, "Proceed with the head" (on God)
I'm countin' these racks on these feds (on God)
I'm puttin' my shit on her legs (on God)
I told the lil' bitch, "It's the kid" (the kid)
I told the lil' bitch, "I'm the best" (yeah)
I came with a 9 and a TEC (a 9) (yuh)
I'm keeping a photo with the bitch (ooh)

Who Wrote Fall Threw By Rich the Kid?

Dimitri Leslie Roger, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Sergio Kitchens, Wesley Tyler Glass

What's The Duration Of The Fall Threw By Rich the Kid?

The duration of Fall Threw is 3:10 minutes and seconds.

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