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Rise & Fall Video (MV)




Performed By: Soulja Trendy
Length: 1:43
Written by: Gideon Frimpong




Soulja Trendy - Rise & Fall Lyrics




Shoot in the air a'int warnin'
Sign
Bullets falling ain't rainin' season
So don't pick an umbrella 'cuz u gon' catch holes in your damn system
See-through clips load it up,reload the glock
This ain't no reggae,this shit some f*ckin' rock
Pull down my pants,then i raise the f*ckin' glock
Write my targets down erase 'em then i take a chalk
Ain't got no activist,i hit my f*ckin' plug
If Skinns said he caught a body no doubt
Sent Teha to hit uhh but he damn couldn't
He too familiar,come here look me in the eye
You really look familiar u might get pop' high
Disrespect the gang,we reload 'em clips like we goin' war
Runnin' from the opps' like Young Thug with the damn plug
Exchage the bandz and the weed,call it goods for goods
It's about time,f*ck raw we smokin' backwoods
Nigga lurkin' on my block like a damn f*ckin' fool
Stab you with f*ckin' fork,eat you like some noodles
Aaron goin' f*ckin' hard,i make sure that he doesn't slip
54 f*ckin' gunned,567 clips
Damn my hoe
Tryna' catch feelings she might steal your damn soul
She shoot straight like an archer,she a damn pro
She does whatever she want
That's why i love that hoe
I fell in love
I fell in love
I fell in love
I fell in love
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Shoot in the air a'int warnin'
Sign
Bullets falling ain't rainin' season
So don't pick an umbrella 'cuz u gon' catch holes in your damn system
See-through clips load it up,reload the glock
This ain't no reggae,this shit some f*ckin' rock
Pull down my pants,then i raise the f*ckin' glock
Write my targets down erase 'em then i take a chalk
Ain't got no activist,i hit my f*ckin' plug
If Skinns said he caught a body no doubt
Sent Teha to hit uhh but he damn couldn't
He too familiar,come here look me in the eye
You really look familiar u might get pop' high
Disrespect the gang,we reload 'em clips like we goin' war
Runnin' from the opps' like Young Thug with the damn plug
Exchage the bandz and the weed,call it goods for goods
It's about time,f*ck raw we smokin' backwoods
Nigga lurkin' on my block like a damn f*ckin' fool
Stab you with f*ckin' fork,eat you like some noodles
Aaron goin' f*ckin' hard,i make sure that he doesn't slip
54 f*ckin' gunned,567 clips
Damn my hoe
Tryna' catch feelings she might steal your damn soul
She shoot straight like an archer,she a damn pro
She does whatever she want
That's why i love that hoe
I fell in love
I fell in love
I fell in love
I fell in love
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Writer: Gideon Frimpong
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid


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