Too Faded Video (MV)

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 f*ck 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