"FADE CO" lyrics
Freeluke & Zo Lyrics
Bitch it's Freeluke, what the fuck (man what the fuck)
They like "Luke, where the fuck did you go?"
Sorry bitch, I got lost in this chrome, huh
Get em gone, he get lost with this pole
I get lost in the whip, it's a damn UFO
She keep riding the dick like she gon' get a prize for this shit
I said bag up my fries, lil bitch
I'm just fried in this bitch, got like five, six fyes in the whip
And like six seven vibes in the back, like
Run it up, run this shit, run it back, uh-huh
Doin' circles around em, do laps
Stick in the box, got Wii in the back
Got gas up in tandem, commanding the trap
I'm a five star performer, on the field never lack
Man I go back to back, said I go coast to coast
And I go state to state with like five different hoes
I just pulled up to the bank with all of my folks like
You get a band and YOU get a band, and YOU get a band
Bitch, I'm feelin' like Oprah
Box in the whip, like a moving van
I'm too damn fly, y'all too damn fanned out
Me and Freeluke back at it for more
I told 'em let's go, let's fuck up the score
They watching me like I'm a show, shittin' on hoes, shimmy my shoulder
All green fit when I step, you better ten hut, soldier (let's go, let's go)
Outchea doin' my reps, give a fuck what they told ya
Smoking on gas, yeah I'm smoking on OZ
Knock his bean off, I ain't talkin' bout Kobe
Knock your speakerz out, I ain't talkin' bout Lonely
Smoking my blunt, don't ask me for it
OK, keep going, she want
Keep going, they ask who we is, that shit not important
Keep pouring, we rollin' up something imported
Told that hoe break up with your boyfriend, he boring
But I might just be gone by the morning, she callin' my phone
And I'm steady ignoring, it's a whole lotta money up on me
I'm making it rain while I'm watching it pourin
Uh, I'm flooring the gas in the foreign
I'm faded ah fuh on the way to performing (Skrrrr)
I'm too swagged out every muhfuckin' day, your outfits way too garbage
Ain't rockin' no regular garments, bitch I be cooking shit up like I'm Carmen
Huh, they said that we didn't go dumb enough last time, this time we going re
Hold up, better calm down
Word around town, we the word around town
Bitch be askin' me, what's that sound
Bitch shut up, that's just my loud, bling
Huh (bitch) bling, blaow
Okay, uh huh, we gone, we out
He said take, your shoes off in my house
I said get, your house the fuck away from my shoes
Said I cannot be false, I'm rockin' them muhfucking Trues
Like who the fuck is you? Might've took a few losses
Fuck it we ball, we do, I could never move like you
You a fool
All the shit that you doing
Ain't nothing to me, this shit nothing new
You got caught tryna bite my swag, muhfucka just be you (Shhh)
Choppa got a mf silencer on it, that shit go like pew
Huh, they know who it is when we ride around, stuntin
Bitch, it's Zo and Freeluke
They like "Luke, where the fuck did you go?"
Sorry bitch, I got lost in this chrome, huh
Get em gone, he get lost with this pole
I get lost in the whip, it's a damn UFO
She keep riding the dick like she gon' get a prize for this shit
I said bag up my fries, lil bitch
I'm just fried in this bitch, got like five, six fyes in the whip
And like six seven vibes in the back, like
Run it up, run this shit, run it back, uh-huh
Doin' circles around em, do laps
Stick in the box, got Wii in the back
Got gas up in tandem, commanding the trap
I'm a five star performer, on the field never lack
Man I go back to back, said I go coast to coast
And I go state to state with like five different hoes
I just pulled up to the bank with all of my folks like
You get a band and YOU get a band, and YOU get a band
Bitch, I'm feelin' like Oprah
Box in the whip, like a moving van
I'm too damn fly, y'all too damn fanned out
Me and Freeluke back at it for more
I told 'em let's go, let's fuck up the score
They watching me like I'm a show, shittin' on hoes, shimmy my shoulder
All green fit when I step, you better ten hut, soldier (let's go, let's go)
Outchea doin' my reps, give a fuck what they told ya
Smoking on gas, yeah I'm smoking on OZ
Knock his bean off, I ain't talkin' bout Kobe
Knock your speakerz out, I ain't talkin' bout Lonely
Smoking my blunt, don't ask me for it
OK, keep going, she want
Keep going, they ask who we is, that shit not important
Keep pouring, we rollin' up something imported
Told that hoe break up with your boyfriend, he boring
But I might just be gone by the morning, she callin' my phone
And I'm steady ignoring, it's a whole lotta money up on me
I'm making it rain while I'm watching it pourin
Uh, I'm flooring the gas in the foreign
I'm faded ah fuh on the way to performing (Skrrrr)
I'm too swagged out every muhfuckin' day, your outfits way too garbage
Ain't rockin' no regular garments, bitch I be cooking shit up like I'm Carmen
Huh, they said that we didn't go dumb enough last time, this time we going re
Hold up, better calm down
Word around town, we the word around town
Bitch be askin' me, what's that sound
Bitch shut up, that's just my loud, bling
Huh (bitch) bling, blaow
Okay, uh huh, we gone, we out
He said take, your shoes off in my house
I said get, your house the fuck away from my shoes
Said I cannot be false, I'm rockin' them muhfucking Trues
Like who the fuck is you? Might've took a few losses
Fuck it we ball, we do, I could never move like you
You a fool
All the shit that you doing
Ain't nothing to me, this shit nothing new
You got caught tryna bite my swag, muhfucka just be you (Shhh)
Choppa got a mf silencer on it, that shit go like pew
Huh, they know who it is when we ride around, stuntin
Bitch, it's Zo and Freeluke
