"Fayded" lyrics
Fuck goin' on?
Let me hit this za'
Ayy, lil' brother, ayy, lil' brother, pass me that
Pass me the gun, I'ma blow this bitch
Pass me the gun, I'ma shoot this bitch
These niggas act like I'm new to this
Can't say shit, stay mute on a lick
Smoke the blunt down 'til that bitch don't exist
I just run around, poppin' shit with the blick
I ain't got no B.B. Simon belt, that's some fruity-ass shit
Nigga walk around bedazzled up
Five percent on the black truck
Clutchin' in the car at the stop sign
Get the drugs off, won't even say why
Take my brain, ain't take my back
Caught out of bounds, niggas get splat
I told lil' buddy, "Hand me that", uh
I told lil' buddy, "Give me that"
In the trap, shit give me flashbacks
Flashlight, red beam on the strap
Nigga leanin' over 'cause his cup tapped
I don't smoke with them 'cause they blunt tapped
I don't do licks with them, they do licks wrong
They be loud as fuck, get a nigga caught
Nigga always gotta run, extra clip in my pocket, got two 'em
This shit in the trunk, twelve check it, I'm gone
If you take the drugs, put you in your zone
I don't wanna work with none of these niggas, these niggas clones
I don't smoke no Grabba, that shit too strong
Me and twin rollin' J's, rollin' joints
It's a blickdown, we can shoot the one
But I'm strapped up with these felon guns
Big guns, AR's too
Draw a gun, this bitch shake when it's used
Jump out the pit with a snake in my boot
He ain't know shit, it's in his roots
I ain't gon' cap, that nigga should've go to [?]
In my hood, we on a Battle Bus
Thank God, walking past the graveyard
Snaked out, cut out 'em out the yard
Watch your bank, lil' twin doin' fraud
I got this drip in my walk and my talk
Clap through your window and breakin' your vault
Late night, gotta put a nigga down
Nigga thought I was lacked out at night
Gun smoke, nigga havin' gunfights
WWE belt, I want the title
Supreme briefcase got racks in it
The front five percent and the back tinted
He ain't got no accuracy, he lackin' it
We bought us a pint, got our back trippin'
We bought us a pint, got our back leaned
Yah
Yah, yah, yah
Fuck goin' on?
Let me hit this za'
Ayy, lil' brother, ayy, lil' brother, pass me that
Pass me the gun, I'ma blow this bitch
Pass me the gun, I'ma shoot this bitch
These niggas act like I'm new to this
Can't say shit, stay mute on a lick
Smoke the blunt down 'til that bitch don't exist
I just run around, poppin' shit with the blick
I ain't got no B.B. Simon belt, that's some fruity-ass shit
Nigga walk around bedazzled up
Five percent on the black truck
Clutchin' in the car at the stop sign
Get the drugs off, won't even say why
Take my brain, ain't take my back
Caught out of bounds, niggas get splat
I told lil' buddy, "Hand me that", uh
I told lil' buddy, "Give me that"
In the trap, shit give me flashbacks
Flashlight, red beam on the strap
Nigga leanin' over 'cause his cup tapped
I don't smoke with them 'cause they blunt tapped
I don't do licks with them, they do licks wrong
They be loud as fuck, get a nigga caught
Nigga always gotta run, extra clip in my pocket, got two 'em
This shit in the trunk, twelve check it, I'm gone
If you take the drugs, put you in your zone
I don't wanna work with none of these niggas, these niggas clones
I don't smoke no Grabba, that shit too strong
Me and twin rollin' J's, rollin' joints
It's a blickdown, we can shoot the one
But I'm strapped up with these felon guns
Big guns, AR's too
Draw a gun, this bitch shake when it's used
Jump out the pit with a snake in my boot
He ain't know shit, it's in his roots
I ain't gon' cap, that nigga should've go to [?]
In my hood, we on a Battle Bus
Thank God, walking past the graveyard
Snaked out, cut out 'em out the yard
Watch your bank, lil' twin doin' fraud
I got this drip in my walk and my talk
Clap through your window and breakin' your vault
Late night, gotta put a nigga down
Nigga thought I was lacked out at night
Gun smoke, nigga havin' gunfights
WWE belt, I want the title
Supreme briefcase got racks in it
The front five percent and the back tinted
He ain't got no accuracy, he lackin' it
We bought us a pint, got our back trippin'
We bought us a pint, got our back leaned
Yah
Yah, yah, yah
Fuck goin' on?
