Faint (feat. Ken & JohnDoe)
(Yuh) Yuh he want that smoke but ain't bout it
He think I'm soft till I pull out my drac'
Send him up just like a falcon
We left him red, just like he Alvin
Pull up Balenci, that's how I'm stylin'
Twin gotta chill, he steady wildin'
A beast in the paint, they gotta foul me
You gotta watch how I flow on this beat
Your bih, she not loyal, she suckin' my meat
I hop out the 'vette then I switch to the Jeep
Yeah he tried to run so we blew out his knee
I put on a scope just to take me a peek
If I get mad I might air out the street (Yuh)
(Yuh) If I ever get mad I might air out his crib
I'm playing the game while she sucking my tip
You mess with the gang you might get flipped
We slide to your job while you taking a shift
We slide to your job while you taking a shift, boy
You know that I ride with that stick, boy
John slide with that drac' it's big, toy
The bullets is blowin' make big, noise
So loud they might make your ears ring
Feel like Travis, I think I'm a FE!N
Like Draymond, I get to the Green
I'm chillin' while sipping on lean
And I'm mixing it up with the soda
And my money is lookin' like yoda
She flexible, think she do yoga
And I'm whippin' around in Toyota
And my drum kinda big like a boulder
(Yeah Yeah, Uh)
(Yeah Yeah, Uh)
Hop in the spot, trying to be me (yeah)
Five to the head, can't see me (yeah)
I've been ballin' (woo)
Niggas' phony (woo)
Why you hating? (yeah)
You don't know me (yeah)
Hot shit huh, that lil' bih wanna eat me up uh
Talk shit huh, grab my mac and we pullin up uh
Had to knock him down, he tried to run me for my bands, nigga
House parties and mansions, livin' lavish in the plans, nigga
My bitch tote mags in a tote bag
Any other bitch, I don't need em' (yuh)
Ghetto woman, mixed with pretty woman
Mixed with One-Five we some eaters (yeah)
Went from riding around in a four-door
Now I pull up in two-seater (yuh)
When it comes down to it
You ain't about action, you just a lil' tweeter uh (yuh)
Got the gloves on me, bitch I'm bout it
Your bitch still on me, ain't no way around it
Money stack tall lil' bitch you know I'm flossin'
Don't compare me to these half-ass niggas
I'm going all in
I'm back like I never left, I been getting this paper, been getting this cheese
Hella motion, hella weed, mixing my sprite, overdosing off lean
Back in the booth, so you know I come hard
Can't bee showing my hand, keep me showing my cards (never)
If this college shit don't work out
Just know, I'm doing fraud (stay focused)
Hoping I don't just crash out
Jack, yeah he'll crash out
I get the zips and I flip em'
I see a fuck nigga, then I go zip him
Big boy diamonds, they bling and they icy (icy icy)
Feeling like Pooh, cause I keep me a Shiesty
Told Ken go get him, he left him like Hi-C
Playin' with sticks, you would think this was hockey (yeah)
I wanna be with you, come lay in my bed, why you playing mind games? (stop playing)
Missing the old me, but after what you did, how can I be the same? (never be the same)
Letting my phone ring, yeah I'm at peace, phone on D.N.D. (never knew)
Any new nigga you got, trust me, they ain't beating me (truth)
I ain't mean to be arrogant (arrogant)
I ain't mean to be cocky (cocky)
Even if your new nigga was Lil Uzi, he still couldn't Top me (Lil Uzi)
I'm high as fuck, drinkin' on wocky
Driving my Benz, switching through lanes, even 12 couldn't stop me
I'm out, let's get it
He think I'm soft till I pull out my drac'
Send him up just like a falcon
We left him red, just like he Alvin
Pull up Balenci, that's how I'm stylin'
Twin gotta chill, he steady wildin'
A beast in the paint, they gotta foul me
You gotta watch how I flow on this beat
Your bih, she not loyal, she suckin' my meat
I hop out the 'vette then I switch to the Jeep
Yeah he tried to run so we blew out his knee
I put on a scope just to take me a peek
If I get mad I might air out the street (Yuh)
(Yuh) If I ever get mad I might air out his crib
I'm playing the game while she sucking my tip
You mess with the gang you might get flipped
We slide to your job while you taking a shift
We slide to your job while you taking a shift, boy
You know that I ride with that stick, boy
John slide with that drac' it's big, toy
The bullets is blowin' make big, noise
So loud they might make your ears ring
Feel like Travis, I think I'm a FE!N
Like Draymond, I get to the Green
I'm chillin' while sipping on lean
And I'm mixing it up with the soda
And my money is lookin' like yoda
She flexible, think she do yoga
And I'm whippin' around in Toyota
And my drum kinda big like a boulder
(Yeah Yeah, Uh)
(Yeah Yeah, Uh)
Hop in the spot, trying to be me (yeah)
Five to the head, can't see me (yeah)
I've been ballin' (woo)
Niggas' phony (woo)
Why you hating? (yeah)
You don't know me (yeah)
Hot shit huh, that lil' bih wanna eat me up uh
Talk shit huh, grab my mac and we pullin up uh
Had to knock him down, he tried to run me for my bands, nigga
House parties and mansions, livin' lavish in the plans, nigga
My bitch tote mags in a tote bag
Any other bitch, I don't need em' (yuh)
Ghetto woman, mixed with pretty woman
Mixed with One-Five we some eaters (yeah)
Went from riding around in a four-door
Now I pull up in two-seater (yuh)
When it comes down to it
You ain't about action, you just a lil' tweeter uh (yuh)
Got the gloves on me, bitch I'm bout it
Your bitch still on me, ain't no way around it
Money stack tall lil' bitch you know I'm flossin'
Don't compare me to these half-ass niggas
I'm going all in
I'm back like I never left, I been getting this paper, been getting this cheese
Hella motion, hella weed, mixing my sprite, overdosing off lean
Back in the booth, so you know I come hard
Can't bee showing my hand, keep me showing my cards (never)
If this college shit don't work out
Just know, I'm doing fraud (stay focused)
Hoping I don't just crash out
Jack, yeah he'll crash out
I get the zips and I flip em'
I see a fuck nigga, then I go zip him
Big boy diamonds, they bling and they icy (icy icy)
Feeling like Pooh, cause I keep me a Shiesty
Told Ken go get him, he left him like Hi-C
Playin' with sticks, you would think this was hockey (yeah)
I wanna be with you, come lay in my bed, why you playing mind games? (stop playing)
Missing the old me, but after what you did, how can I be the same? (never be the same)
Letting my phone ring, yeah I'm at peace, phone on D.N.D. (never knew)
Any new nigga you got, trust me, they ain't beating me (truth)
I ain't mean to be arrogant (arrogant)
I ain't mean to be cocky (cocky)
Even if your new nigga was Lil Uzi, he still couldn't Top me (Lil Uzi)
I'm high as fuck, drinkin' on wocky
Driving my Benz, switching through lanes, even 12 couldn't stop me
I'm out, let's get it
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Writer(s): Kendall Rice
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