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Fadin

(アルバム: Willows - 2023)


(Krazy boy)
Brrr, phew, buh buh, fuh fuh
Fleh, skrt
Hey! brr brr brr

Can't see these hoes I got these Cartier lens
Pull in the SRT whip with no van
Free my niggas out the pen
I got niggas in the ben doing 10
Bussdown Cartier I flex on my shit
You broke as the fuck 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 bitch 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 niggas 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

All of my niggas brought Glocks in the club damn we is not fading
These niggas really be rapping like shit 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 bitch
Mask on my face like I'm jason
I don't run bullets go chase him

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!)
Nigga said he want some smoke and he ended up dead
Goddamn (yuh!)

Can't see these hoes I got these Cartier lens
Pull in the SRT whip with no van
Free my niggas out the pen
I got niggas in the ben doing 10
Bussdown Cartier I flex on my shit
You broke as the fuck 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 bitch 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 niggas 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

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
Bitch 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 fuck I gotta lie?
Balenci whatever
Big boots got big steppas, big boots got big
Check out my mf wrist lil bitch
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 shit
No SRT you ain't swerve shit
Counting off a seal now I'm off a 10

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