Too Faded Lyrics

Ayy, huh

Smokin all this riffa

With my brothers, booted up

Uh, uh

Niggas straight pussy

Huh, pussycat

Uh, huh

Before I hit this beat

Poppin' one with Rick and then we blowin' dope

Huh, never cared about hoes and movin' slow

I got thirties in these clips

In this club, I'm poppin' bitches like a hip

Uh, never cared about hoes, I check them before they temp

Uh, no more paper slips, my pops he raised ah pimp

Uh, where that nigga sit, got a dope up in my shirt

I'm feelin' cold, deem lifted

All this shit inside my music got me feelin' like I'm gifted

Uh, spin the wheel, runnin' through these hoes just for a fidget

While I'm catchin' blues, runnin' through these hoes, I'm countin' digits

I need big money, big goals, runnin' for an artist

I might get it like they Grammy artists, bitch, I might go spark it

Uh, uh, what the fuck you mean, bitch, I'm that guy

Like I'm Bill Nye, the science guy, these bitch got ten eyes

Run through bitches like the Jeeper Creepers, I can't deny

All these peepers, I might heat ah, nigga, I can't decline

Huh, bodies on these bodies, I need more views

Huh, bodies on these bodies, I buy two shoes

Runnin' through these pulls, so my brothers might call it space coops

Runnin' through these clips, so my niggas might hang with new dudes

Uh, uh, reef is in my cup, I been loaded up

Been toted up, my brother got you stuffed

All that shit you really talkin' bout, my brother got you rough

Why you tucking on my jersey, all these niggas got you scuffed

Uh, uh, uh, big motor, got big tops

Uh, with my brothers, let these sticks walk

Uh, uh, sit with my brothers, let these sticks walk

With these sticks walk, man, I aim it out with a new chop

Uh, graffiti, uh, that's a reefer

Uh, new dope, all these peepers, really teachers

I been catchin' all these fives, my brothers got demeanors

I been poppin' all these addys and these pills, I got some cenmons

I might get it for my brothers, but we runnin' out these demons

Why you callin' on my phone

These hoes, they really creatures, never cared about all these hoes

You really ain't for heaters, never cared about these creepers

All these hoes, they really sleepers

Why you callin' on a young man with black problems

I'm the black guy with black columns, with black dollars

Never cared about these dogs because I am the artist

Like a new guy, I surely sparked it