FreeFades
Ain't a thing that I phase really
I'm in the yard no guard all blade pimpin
And today a good day it's free fades
Plenty to go around bring ya boys
I'll turn em into made niggas have muhfuckas
Scream they name like its graduation
They know not to hit my phone
Unless you tryna pay me
Don't need a bitch if I can't hit
Then I'm masturbatin
I need my cheese chips dips
All nicely plated play with it
Say tomorrow homie you ain't gon make it
Now gon turn up if you want
I'm a escalate it when my pops
Had the Hummer y'all was Escalading
I remember that summer snatching
Everything from the comic spot up the block
What I got to play it
Now it's muhfuckin' thots
But they always beggin
That's why I'm in and out of spots
Like a home invasion
And I be in and out my mind
Like I'm lucid dreaming
Can't nobody get the drop
Cause I catch em schemin
You get stopped where you live
Keep ya voice under 5 or get popped
In ya shit like a kid talkin outta
Line to my mom better chill
Cause for real a whoppin way better than hit barrel to ya ribs
Like Marrow keep bag w a stinch
Word to SEK spark niggas like a cig
You wanna creep TLC in the crib
Have you laid out like you relaxed tryna kick it
I'm in the yard no guard all blade pimpin
And today a good day it's free fades
Plenty to go around bring ya boys
I'll turn em into made niggas have muhfuckas
Scream they name like its graduation
They know not to hit my phone
Unless you tryna pay me
Don't need a bitch if I can't hit
Then I'm masturbatin
I need my cheese chips dips
All nicely plated play with it
Say tomorrow homie you ain't gon make it
Now gon turn up if you want
I'm a escalate it when my pops
Had the Hummer y'all was Escalading
I remember that summer snatching
Everything from the comic spot up the block
What I got to play it
Now it's muhfuckin' thots
But they always beggin
That's why I'm in and out of spots
Like a home invasion
And I be in and out my mind
Like I'm lucid dreaming
Can't nobody get the drop
Cause I catch em schemin
You get stopped where you live
Keep ya voice under 5 or get popped
In ya shit like a kid talkin outta
Line to my mom better chill
Cause for real a whoppin way better than hit barrel to ya ribs
Like Marrow keep bag w a stinch
Word to SEK spark niggas like a cig
You wanna creep TLC in the crib
Have you laid out like you relaxed tryna kick it
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Writer(s): Nicholas Knighten
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