Bubba - !faded Lyrics

Yea, yea, huh
Yea, I think im faded
Uh, yea, these pussy ass niggas gon talk
But, these niggas be fakin
Uh, how dat, pussy ass boy gotta glock
But, he dont even be fadin
Uh, yea, if I pull up on that nigga
Uh, I bet im gon take it

Ye, ye, yea his strap is mine
Br-brudda he just got a pistol, yea we got m9s
Walking around with 40, 45s, n not no 9s
Fu-fu-f*ck yo bitch get bored stop, say this shit take to much time

They got envy in they soul
How much have you sold?
Ni-ni-nigga I been juggin, I aint nevatouch no stove
Yea my-yea my pops was cookin crack, his momma off the dope
Yea he prolly off that shit, thats why I dont got no home

I got kicked out at 18
Yeah I had to trap, hold my head up
With my gat, in my pocket, im gon splat
Pussy niggas like to chat, they dont got shit elseto do
Act they like action, these niggas some fools

These niggas cant live how I lived
Send a blitz to ya crib
Yea we all got hollow tips, they gon rip thru ya lid
They gon rip thru ya leg
Bitch-bitch feel the led
Hit em make em twitch, I think that nigga epileptic

Yea, epileptic
Pussy nigga said sht?
I might have to shoot em in the head if that boy said sht
I dont give a f*ck that pussy boy, he need a medkit
Pick em up, tried to stick em up
But he moved too much

Tell dat hoe dont do too much
I got music stacked, daily drops for like 50 months
I dont want no company, dont want labels to pick me up
I aint puttin dressin on, these niggas they be suckin up
Niggas f*ckin suck