[Verse 1]
I'ma need some more bottles
My vision blurry I ain't worried, wearing drunk goggles
I ain't taking any breaks, I'm going full throttle
I might fuck around and kill the whole bottle
I need some more models in my phone, like, where you at?
I been making moves dawg my crew (don't got time to chat)
I been in my groove, coming soon (is a million racks)
I'ma go and prove, I improved (now we on the map)
Y'all got me confused, homie you (gon' get left in the back)
Yeah, and that's all I need
I did it all on my own, now they all coming to me
Because they see that I've grown
Now they all trying to leech
And turn my shit to their own
Cause they all know that they peaked, woo
I don't stress it just cause I don't want to
If you ain't fucking with me then it's fuck you (fuck you)
I might fuck with everybody but you
Hit your girl and tell her come through, cut you off
[Chorus]
I'm faded, all these women better come through, yeah
Standing in the whip outta the sun roof, yeah
I don't got no senses I can come to, yeah
Anything I want, I make it come true, yeah
I'm faded, all these women better come through, yeah
Standing in the whip outta the sun roof, yeah
I don't got no senses I can come to, yeah
Anything I want, I make it come true, yeah
[Verse 2]
Lately, I think that I'm drinking way too much
Vodka, soda, Henny, and we put it in the punch
With the six pack, homie never had to crunch
It goes down like water when you chase it with the Crush
Been back on my bullshit
Taken shots, I'm going eight rounds with no bullets
This world is only my parade ground
Live to the fullest
My bucket list is looking black, now you got a full list (aye, aye, aye)
Hey, they can keep on talking while I'm laughing to the bank
Ten shots back, everything is going blank
I think I got a little room for more up in the tank
Somebody better come and pour the homie up a drink
[Chorus]
I'm faded, all these women better come through, yeah
Standing in the whip outta the sun roof, yeah
I don't got no senses I can come to, yeah
Anything I want, I make it come true, yeah
I'm faded, all these women better come through, yeah
Standing in the whip outta the sun roof, yeah
I don't got no senses I can come to, yeah
Anything I want, I make it come true, yeah
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