Faded
With your lying ass
Few
When you see your bitch just know she rocking Top Flight
I done turned her out, when you see your bitch she rocking Top Flight
She told your ass that shit was going to sleep but she up all night
With her lying ass
Just know she with the gang, she for the streets
And she hot and ready, so when she pull up she Uber eats
I write my own shit
Count my own cash, drive my own whip
Every time Da Don try to bless the mic, yeah they go stupid
And I tried to bless that bitch but yeah that little hoe yeah she blew it
Y'all be wear each other clothes, I got my own drip
Bitch I'm Smoking on this herb, bitch it got a nigga lazy
Mixed that za za with that perc, now I'm going crazy
Maybe it's that Remy or that Hen, I don't know but bitch I'm faded
Yeah I don't know but bitch I'm faded
Bitch I'm Smoking on this herb, bitch it got a nigga lazy
Mixed that za za with that perc, now I'm going crazy
Maybe it's that Remy or that Hen, I don't know but bitch I'm faded
Yeah I don't know but bitch I'm faded
I don't trust a bitch, I don't trust my family only trust the clique
Only thing I trust that done switched is my fucking blick
You flew her to Miami but that little hoe said she celibate
But I flew her out to Houston cause that little hoe said she selling it
Balenciaga on my feet, Soho jeans, bitch hear me out
We in the club blowing cash off that Ace, never seen no drought
We high as fuck, Moonwalking, mix that perky with the loud
I made my money of the door, plus I'm in the club moving pounds
We going loco for that YoCo, talking vodka cranberry
Put a splash of Red Bull up in that bitch, we going crazy
Top Flight that be the gang moving militant like the navy
Took two shots and hit the booth, yeah that YoCo got me wavy
Bitch I'm Smoking on this herb, bitch it got a nigga lazy
Mixed that za za with that perc, now I'm going crazy
Maybe it's that Remy or that Hen, I don't know but bitch I'm faded
Yeah I don't know but bitch I'm faded
Bitch I'm Smoking on this herb, bitch it got a nigga lazy
Mixed that za za with that perc, now I'm going crazy
Maybe it's that Remy or that Hen, I don't know but bitch I'm faded
Yeah I don't know but bitch I'm faded
Few
When you see your bitch just know she rocking Top Flight
I done turned her out, when you see your bitch she rocking Top Flight
She told your ass that shit was going to sleep but she up all night
With her lying ass
Just know she with the gang, she for the streets
And she hot and ready, so when she pull up she Uber eats
I write my own shit
Count my own cash, drive my own whip
Every time Da Don try to bless the mic, yeah they go stupid
And I tried to bless that bitch but yeah that little hoe yeah she blew it
Y'all be wear each other clothes, I got my own drip
Bitch I'm Smoking on this herb, bitch it got a nigga lazy
Mixed that za za with that perc, now I'm going crazy
Maybe it's that Remy or that Hen, I don't know but bitch I'm faded
Yeah I don't know but bitch I'm faded
Bitch I'm Smoking on this herb, bitch it got a nigga lazy
Mixed that za za with that perc, now I'm going crazy
Maybe it's that Remy or that Hen, I don't know but bitch I'm faded
Yeah I don't know but bitch I'm faded
I don't trust a bitch, I don't trust my family only trust the clique
Only thing I trust that done switched is my fucking blick
You flew her to Miami but that little hoe said she celibate
But I flew her out to Houston cause that little hoe said she selling it
Balenciaga on my feet, Soho jeans, bitch hear me out
We in the club blowing cash off that Ace, never seen no drought
We high as fuck, Moonwalking, mix that perky with the loud
I made my money of the door, plus I'm in the club moving pounds
We going loco for that YoCo, talking vodka cranberry
Put a splash of Red Bull up in that bitch, we going crazy
Top Flight that be the gang moving militant like the navy
Took two shots and hit the booth, yeah that YoCo got me wavy
Bitch I'm Smoking on this herb, bitch it got a nigga lazy
Mixed that za za with that perc, now I'm going crazy
Maybe it's that Remy or that Hen, I don't know but bitch I'm faded
Yeah I don't know but bitch I'm faded
Bitch I'm Smoking on this herb, bitch it got a nigga lazy
Mixed that za za with that perc, now I'm going crazy
Maybe it's that Remy or that Hen, I don't know but bitch I'm faded
Yeah I don't know but bitch I'm faded
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Writer(s): Jeremias Elston
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