FADIN lyrics

[Intro]
(krazy boy)
Brrr, phew, buh buh, fuh fuh
Fleh, skrt
Hey! brr brr brr

[Chorus]
Can’t see these hoes i got these cartier lens
Pull up in the SRT whip with no van
Free my n*ggas out the pen
I got n*ggas in the pen doing 10
Bussdown cartier i flex with my sh*t
You broke as the f*ck you not makin no bands
I run from the car with a switch in my pants
Don’t care if you dubbin we spinnin again
I’m sippin on wok b*tch i’m movin so slow
Ran out of the wok so i’m sippin slo-mo
Mojo! go crazy
Pull up in a new mercedes
I know these n*ggas they hating, waiting-just bought a bussdown wrist it cost a vacation
Brrr- them bullets they blazing
.223 hit you erasing- it’s any occasion
We is not fading

[Verse]
All of my n*ggas brought Glocks in the club damn we is not fading
These n*ggas really be rapping like sh*t go ahead take a hiatus
Can’t even play this
He tried to duck like the matrix
It’s bangin
Up on my playlist
Look at my face b*tch
Mask on my face like i’m jason
I don’t run bullets go chase him
[Refrain]
Goddamn (yuh), goddamn (yuh!)
Told that hoe she gotta go
Goddamn (yuh!), goddamn (yuh!)
I put the racks on the floor
Goddamn (yuh!) goddamn (yuh!)
n*gga said he want some smoke and he ended up dead
Goddamn (yuh!)

[Chorus]
Can’t see these hoes i got these cartier lens
Pull up in the SRT whip with no van
Free my n*ggas out the pen
I got n*ggas in the pen doing 10
Bussdown cartier i flex with my sh*t
You broke as the f*ck you not makin no bands
I run from the car with a switch in my pants
Don’t care if you dubbin we spinnin again
I’m sippin on wok b*tch i’m movin so slow
Ran out of the wok so i’m sippin slo-mo
Mojo! go crazy
Pull up in a new mercedes
I know these n*ggas they hating, waiting-just bought a bussdown wrist it cost a vacation
Brrr- them bullets they blazing
.223 hit you erasing- it’s any occasion
We is not fading

[Verse 2]
I just put his hand on the line
Put a xan on the line
Put a mf band on the line
I just be smoking on dope
b*tch i’m getting so high
I don’t know what i’m saying when i’m high
Wake up get fly, mason margiela my toes
Why the f*ck i gotta lie?
Balenci whatever
Big boots got big steppas, big boots got big-
Check out my mf wrist lil b*tch
Heard you want ice on my wrist
Look at my wrist see a mf fish
You never been in the trap, you say you been boy you ain’t serve sh*t
No SRT you ain’t swerve sh*t
Counting off a seal now i’m off a 10