BIGBABYGUCCI – The Rush Before the Fall Lyrics

The Rush Before the Fall Lyrics by BIGBABYGUCCI

[Intro]
Today
Woah, hey (jackpott)
Yeah (Hahaha)
Yeah (lucid)
Yeah

[Chorus]
I’m like, “Who want it today?” My Glock, he got all the timing (Yeah)
You wanted to play ’til you saw that I don’t mind it
I get my fix out of this, yeah (Fix out of this, fix out of this)
If I take my shot, I won’t miss, no (Shot, I won’t miss, shot, I won’t miss)
When I’m on the edge, man, I feel the rush (Rush)
I just met a supermodel, now she’s super stuffed (Super stuffed)
I think she ate too much of me ’cause now she throwin’ up (Up)
I treat my bitches like they soldiers, I just call ’em up (Ah)

[Verse]
It go, “Brrr, mm,” ring, where yo’ pussy at? (Exact’)
I just had to hit the gap, I’m like a running back (Yep)
I want stacks on stacks, on stacks, bitch, I’m the starring cast
In Givеnchy, she like, “GUCCI, can you buy me that?”
Can you buy mе this? (No)
Bitch, you knew me for a year and never got a kiss (Yeah)
Think these niggas want some claps, they steady dissin’ Tris
I’ma geek up on the flight, catch me if you can (Can)
Think I flew over Bermuda, I ain’t never land

[Chorus]
I’m like, “Who want it today?” My Glock, he got all the timing (Yeah)
You wanted to play ’til you saw that I don’t mind it
I get my fix out of this, yeah (Fix out of this, fix out of this)
If I take my shot, I won’t miss (No, I won’t miss)
When I’m on the edge, man, I feel the rush (Feel the rush)
I just met a supermodel, now she’s super stuffed (Stuffed)
I think she ate too much of me ’cause now she throwin’ up (Throwin’ up)
I treat my bitches like they soldiers, I just call ’em up
I’m like, “Who want it today?” My Glock, he got all the timing (Yeah)
You wanted to play ’til you saw that I don’t mind it
I get my fix out of this, yeah (Saw that I don’t mind it)
If I take my shot, I won’t miss (Saw that I don’t mind it)
When I’m on the edge, man, I feel the rush (Rush)
I just met a supermodel, now she’s super stuffed
I think she ate too much of me ’cause now she throwin’ up
I treat my bitches like they soldiers, I just call ’em up (Call ’em up, ah)

[Outro: Theo Ackermann]
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