f4d3d! (feat. Xeni) Video (MV)

Yeah, Yeah!
Yeah, Yeah!
Yeah, Yeah!
No, No!

Pull out the bud, I'm gonna get faded (Faded! Faded!)
Bitch I don't trust you, niggas keep playing
Talking your shit 'til the chop get to spraying
Got a whole kill streak, put me in Faze Clan
Bitch I will knock you out
Your face got swollen, you look like a Cabbage Patch Kid
Niggas be tripping all over the place
When I tell them it is how it is, ay
F*ck it! We just gonna rush in! (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!)
My musics like the Krusty Krab, yours is like the Chum Bucket (Chum Bucket!)
You can't spit no bars, niggas only know about chocolate (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!)
Niggas ain't as hard as me when I see how she buss it
Buss it

Breaking down the lyrics in like every song I listen to (Yeah!)
All these artists talking 'bout their trauma, man I envy you (I envy you!)
I'll just puff the pain away, I wish it weren't the f*cking truth (F*cking truth!)
I know that you go through a lot and I'm so proud of you

I love it when they listen to the sounds I make, I can't explain
But right now I'll just spit my game, and go insane (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
I'm feeling higher than a plane (Than a plane!)
I got your bitch up in my lane (In my lane!)
I sent that bitch to outer space (Outer space!)
Please leave me be I need some space (I need some space!)
How they all beggars but they wanna choose shit?
Want to be me so bad but I'm exclusive
Stick to my dreams until they all go lucid
Been here so long, I just really love music
Stay with the chatting you sound really stupid
Dropping the addy 'cus you will not do shit
Niggas stay mad, 'cus I dip when they grouping
I must be a gummy the way that she chew it

Breaking down the lyrics in like every song I listen to (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
All these artists talking 'bout their trauma, man I envy you (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
I'll just puff the pain away, I wish it weren't the f*cking truth (F*cking truth)
I know that you go through a lot and I'm so proud of you

I'm so f*cking proud, yeah, it's me I'm with my gang (Gang)
We so f*cking lit! They stay out my f*cking lane (Lane)
Pull up on your bitch, pull up on your f*cking bae (Bae)
When I get my Rick's, I'm finna rock them all day (Day)
Pop a bean, I do it sober (Yeah)
Your bitch like to play with balls, so I just bought her boba (Bought her)
Your bitch f*cking with a star, told that bitch, it's over
Prey that nigga smoking on my gas, told him smoke my doja (Smoke my)
Uh, I just pulled up on the scene (Scene)
Your bitch on my cock, so I might get that bitch a ring (Ring)
And I got the Tommy, aim it at his f*cking spleen (Spleen)
Call me f*cking Carti 'cus you know a nigga Fien! (Fien!)
Uh, shoot that nigga from the backseat (Back)
Firing them shots, while your girl, she getting nasty (Ugh)
Yes she love a nigga, let a nigga touch her ass cheek (Yuh!)
And I got them groupies made that bitch ride in the Taxi (Yuh!)
And you know a nigga getting dough
I don't really f*ck with groupies, I don't f*ck with hoes (F*ck with)
And you know I got my Toolie, keep my beam for sure (Yuh!)
And I got them niggas dancing, keep them on their toes

Breaking down the lyrics in like every song I listen to (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
All these artists talking 'bout their trauma, man I envy you (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
I'll just puff the pain away, I wish it weren't the f*cking truth (F*cking truth)
I know that you go through a lot and I'm so proud of you