Yung J Em - STILL FADED Lyrics

BODY RIGHT LIVIN' RIGHT CHECK IT NIGGAS IN THE BLACK
BODY RIGHT LIVIN' RIGHT CHECK IT NIGGAS IN THE BLACK
BODY RIGHT LIVIN' RIGHT CHECK IT NIGGAS IN THE BLACK

Bitch Im faded bitch im faded bitch im geeked
Off the molly Ima f*ck the hoe and turn her to a freak
Im still faded im still faded off that other song
Yeah we took some ecstasy I cannot wait to take you home
Man she bad she know she elegant
Crystal cut diamonds on my wrist came from elliott
Yeah my baby caught by the feds she ain gon tell em shit
I get bitches I get bread and I get hell of it
Yeah i tried to tell her how i feel but im so hesitant

I'm just telling you this how it is
F*ck it I call her my baby and then I go tell her to fetch her a bib
All my opps is pussy I ain't playing games I came here to kill
Told you I'm not here for fame I really just came in this bitch for a mill
I'm stacking my money up
All these niggas laughing but nothing be funny uh
I be off codeine but I still ran a hunnid up
This the girl that's in my dreams man I'm finna get some of her
Man them hunnids for me and all them niggas that's hunnid to me
Yeah when I pull out the stick they be running from me
Wait I didn't realize the bitch in my life really mean something to me
All of that cap really funny to me and I hang on the block where the foreigners be
F*ck it I'll buy her a cullinan key and I can't talk to niggas that's under to me
Said I'm taking a summer, thought I said I'm taking the summer
Know the vison tunnel, I don't rap, I just mumble
My niggas out the jungle, I just f*cked the bitch no rubber
Stacking shit like Jenga but I know that shit gon' tumble
I'm her favorite nigga, I'm her favorite one
Never got a picture, all she got was f*cking honey buns
Gun on pack a punch and, I treat that shit like it's my favorite gun
Do this shit for fun, all my niggas, they gon' have some funds
Then I came from the nunn like Kendrick, more like Chris, like what you done
You can't check for nun, I don't talk to her, she know it's sum
Yeah it's sum bout my lady, bout my lady, bout my lady
Tell her I'm still faded, I'm still faded, I'm her favorite
(Oh my god)

Im still faded Im still faded im still geeked
Off the molly Ima f*ck the hoe and turn her to a freak
Im still faded im still faded im still faded off that other song
Yeah we took some ecstasy I cannot wait to take you home
Man she bad she know she elegant
Crystal cut diamonds on my wrist came from elliott
Yeah my baby caught by the feds she ain gon tell em shit
I get bitches I get bread and I get hell of it
Yeah tried to tell her how i feel but im so hesitant