Faded (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro]
You know I know y'all American n*ggas got all your high cities and states that you rep, my n*gga
But I got a whole country on my motherf*ckin' back, my G
Canada all the way to the death
TO let's go my n*gga what

[Verse 1]
I'm stunnin', got a b*tch c*mmin'
I'm stunnin', got a b*tch c*mmin'
I'm stunnin', got a b*tch c*mmin'
Whip doors peel like a motherf*ckin' onion
Know a n*gga higher than the whole Grand Canyon
Break a tree down like my name Paul Bunyon
Rude broad with me gotta try new things
Lil n*gga fly like I tried two wings
Playground pus*y, try to ride new springs
And I made her sit on it like my new swing
Do that, b*tch n*gga, you that
I be gettin' brain, you be tryna pursue that
That my old book and you be tryna renew that
f*ck n*gga who that? Know it ain't me though
Lookin' for a husband, you know it ain't me hoe
Tryna get the green but no it ain't Cee-Lo
Stuntin' is a habit
Diamond carrot like a rabbit
n*ggas and these b*tches ratchet
Got your b*tch inside my basket
Man I'm a f*ckin' G, a motherf*ckin' G
You can be the one I'm f*ckin' but you still can f*ck with me
My life A plus and my chicks a double D
And I'm reppin' SLS 'til the death, n*gga we be
Stuntin' in the mall
Tints on the back from the front, a n*gga bald
b*tch on my back, I'm a beast I'm a dawg, f*ckin' warthog
This a feast, this a ball, let a n*gga ride
This that east side, west end sh*t n*ggas crave on
Let a n*gga guap raise on 'til the day gone
n*ggas at the top better have they game face on
I be at the hot spot, swave with the lace on
Let a n*gga be though
Everythin' big from the di*k to the ego
Hatin' n*ggas tryna send shots, reload
Homie, you can have her, I don't touch stee hoes
[Verse 2]
Skeet skeet skeet
n*ggas cheat cheat cheat
And I'm movin' these hoes like beep
Money so long, man, this a nice streak
Waiter in a thong, tell her bring the iced tea
Talk on the road is that's your wifey
Talk on the road is that she like me
Knickers got that Cocoa like they Ice-T
How you f*ckin' n*ggas tryna be they wifey? Huh
Bust that pus*y open like a bad one
Send them hoes home when the cab come
Tell them sleepin' n*ggas take a nap, son
Y'all ain't shootin' to kill, half done
Baby, say I'm better than the average
Claimin' she'll be better than my last b*tch
I told her you can't be my f*ckin' lady
'Cause right now I'm f*ckin' swavey

[Outro]
I'm f*ckin' swavey, n*gga, you dig it?
I'm so swavey that your b*tch wanna date me
And I'm lookin' like a lazy motherf*cker on my couch
b*tches like ouch, come and let a n*gga eat n*gga cheese like a mouse
b*tches on my di*k and I'm all in they house
All in your fridge 'cause I need a sandwich
Back to the neverland ranch
Back again with a tuna sandwich
And I ain't talkin' money like who the man is
That's it, n*gga
That was my lil freestyle like the end of the motherf*ckin' song, n*gga
Just so you n*ggas know I'm on that Ignant sh*t
Shout out Sunny Diamonds man
Sincerely Tory, March 26th, n*gga
You better hide in a motherf*ckin' hole n*gga when that sh*t come out, n*gga
'Cause it's gon' be catastrophic
SLS 'til the death with your b*tch ass