Faded

Hop in the coupe I got the pink slips
Yeezy three fifty without the creases
I give a hoe a break fifteen like recess
No free game press play and peep this

Get me fresh up my chips is stepped up
It's finally my time and this your heads up
Let me slow down I let you catch up
Big boy sauce you just the ketchup

I had to let her go she thought she had me
I need a pretty face she gotta be trappy
Plan B in case she try to trap me
I ain't made the rules so don't attack me

My mans move weight way down Miami
Sosa I ain't talking bout Sammy
Can't have my number but you can at me
Straight to the top I want my Grammy like

Pull up to pull off in and out these lanes
I'm faded
I ain't got no time don't play with me
I'm faded

Go on and do that girl go crazy
My old chick made cause my new chick bad
She crazy

Started with a dollar and bands I brought back
Now you all cap you got no talk track
Chuck fell off I know you thought that
But my team good so you can fall back

It's my time now I get the ball back
A hundred missed calls she get no call back
They tried to fade me out I had to walk back
Then I dropped face it it was all crack

Pull up on to chick I'm dressed in all black
She wanna wife me but I ain't for all that
I had to cut a few of y'all off
Y'all wack money go big I like them tall stacks

It's easy right now like 2+2
I'ma swing the block take off in the coupe
I'ma get money switch lanes in the coupe
2am she hit me talking bout come through like

Pull up to pull off in and out these lanes
I'm faded
I ain't got no time don't play with me
I'm faded

Go on and do that girl go crazy
My old chick made cause my new chick bad
She crazy



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Writer(s): Chuck Maguire
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