Fadeaway

Hit a three I step back ain't no fadeaway (Fadeaway)
Two hands on my wheel I'm gripping grain (I'm gripping grain)
A thousand on my ass but not Balmain (Not Balmain)
Ahhh, okay!
Three I step back ain't no fadeaway (No fadeaway)
Rolling kush that came straight from the bay (Straight from the bay)
Louis backpack got to tote a drake (Tote a drake)
You can't take me out the fucking game (Play no games)
I got mob ties with that AK they gon' spray (Spray)
See them bullet fly we aiming at the face (Face)
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo all through your place (all through your place)
Talk that shit but back it up cause we got Ks (Cause we got Ks)
He thought shit was sweet that's why he came to play (Came to play)
Slime him out on east end X he ain't okay (On east end X)
Christian Dior praying everyday (I'm down to pray)
East end X we slimed him out on Saturday

Ain't nobody better call me fake, I got Cam by my side
Pop a pill and then I fadeaway 24 I'm in my prime
Ruled the beat just like a court, Shaq and Kobe on the rise
I ain't switching sides, swear we don't be missing lines
All these features right for me I want to live in luxury
Blessing up my family this track is like a three-peat (Uh)
Now its time to fadeaway, drown in weed bring the haze today
Got me seeing cloudy hoping I can see a better day

The paper show itself in front of me then I can't hesitate
30 rounds inside my clip just ask and I can demonstrate
WHIO he on the news rep set to section-8
Black and white diamonds inside my ring I cannot segregate
Reefer in my lungs to calm me down so I can meditate
Voices in my head I drown them out give a fuck what you say
Wake up and I medicate just so I can go day to day
Got me thinking cloudy hoping I can see a better day

Hit a three I step back ain't no fadeaway (Fadeaway)
Two hands on my wheel I'm gripping grain (I'm gripping grain)
A thousand on my ass but not Balmain (Not Balmain)
Ahhh, okay!



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Writer(s): Cameron Moore
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