Diggy Simmons - Fall lyrics

[Hook: Victoria Monet]

Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut four

Send your little soldiers to my door

And watch them fall down

Fall down

Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut four

If you wish to test me start a war

And watch them fall down

Fall down



[Verse 1: Diggy Simmons]

I kill anything you send at me, got no time for frenimies

So either you respect me or neglect me, can't get rid of me

These fake, fake niggas they ain't who they pretend to be

These shake weight niggas out here ruining the industry

Either you a copy or a clone

You ratchet or you trapping or you tryna watch the throne

And I won't let they actions be distracting all my goals

Niggas I used to know acting like groupies in my phone, guess we on

We was home, now we made our dreams realer

And since they never pushed me, I don't know if I'm a killer

We can find out together, try to be a scene stealer

Man I'll bomb on you niggas in a minute, Reggie Miller

I ain't afraid to tango with rivals until they strangle

Cause ain't nothing ever shameful in victory if it's painful

And for the crown that dangles I'll battle at every angle

I run circles around your triangles

Wassup?



[Hook: Victoria Monet]

Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut four

Send your little soldiers to my door

And watch them fall down

Fall down

Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut four

If you wish to test me start a war

And watch them fall down

Fall down



[Verse 2: Diggy Simmmons]

Don't know how any grown rapper would consider me a subject

And I ain't even got my first Benz sitting on dubs yet

I guess I rattled you snaggletooth you know better

Thought J stood for Jermaine not Jet Setter

You see me and shook my hand copping pleas in person

Now you act less than a man mentioning me in verses

Man you used to have dreams of my big sister kissing ya

Now it's nightmares of a little brother dissing ya

Sneak disses and jabs I don't really see the benefit

But I guess you lame and I probably keep you relevant

Maybe you should sign with me instead of Mr. Carter

How you mad at me I got a relationship with my father, huh?

Guess I’m the second one to give this man a platform

But I won’t go as far as saying cats should clap for em

And if they did then this verse might as well be a hearse

Killed you, ain't even curse nigga



[Hook: Victoria Monet]

Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut four

Send your little soldiers to my door

And watch them fall down

Fall down

Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut four

If you wish to test me start a war

And watch them fall down

Fall down



[Outro: Diggy Simmons]

Just a lil' nigga with talent!

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