Fade / Summertime E

Nigga, you will catch a fade. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, ha, ha. Nigga, you will catch a fade. Ha, what? Yeah. Ha, what? Nigga. Nigga, we can squat it out. Pussy nigga, you a bitch. Riding coattails on another nigga dick. I ain't a rapper, I'm a pimp. That's why these bitches check dough, they ain't Fucking with a simp. Nigga, you know what it is. Check hoes, not mics, know I gotta represent. For the Ps and the hustlers. Off that Snoop D-O-G, for the cheese and the Hustlers. And no, nigga, I don't trust her. Let her choose up, pimping, don't cuff her. You a buster, all you do is love her. I'm a real one, I ain't tryna fuck her. Get real money, you stay at the Luxor. I'm at the Wynn, nigga, eating on lobster. Westside, homie, I'ma do Sliner. Flamed up, nigga, like a 49er. Yeah, yeah, yeah. What? What? Nigga, we can run a fade. Yeah, ha, ha, ha, ha. Nigga, you will catch a fade. Ha, ha, what? What? Yeah. Nigga, we can line it up. Ha, ha, what? What? Nigga. Nigga, we can squat it out. Mitchy. Becky, blood, I ain't tryna knock your hoe. She just tricked on your nigga at the Louis Store. Grabbed a couple pair of kicks, belt, And a coat. Put it on the counter, she Said, "Babe, go on and get some more." Chucks. Shit, I barely talk to her, let alone Fuck her. I'ma leave this strong-back shit to you Busters. Leave the BFD shit to you slicker hustlers. Crazy texts that you seen, nigga, I don't know How you trust her. Got me fucked up, banging On the internet. Talking bout I smashed off when You seen me in my Vette. That's why when I seen you at the club, A nigga took off. Slipping in my red bottoms, still fractured your Jaw. Leave. Somehow your chain and your iPhone 6 Got in my pocket. But homie, I don't want this shit. Clout. And if you want it back, we can Meet at 6. And if your squares don't come, I'ma post this pic. Flex. Yeah, yeah, yeah. What? What? Nigga, we can run a fade. Yeah, ha, ha, ha, ha. Nigga, you will catch a fade. Ha, ha, what? What? Yeah. Nigga, we can line it up. Ha, ha, what? What? Nigga. Nigga, we can squat it out. Fade to black. I won't Be coming back. Fade to black. I won't, Oh, Baby. We ain't with that shit you talk, not at All. In the ghetto, there's a smile, Daryl Hall. Smoking thraxx, popping Xans on my day Off. Getting money out a bitch, That's my day job. We up at GP, nigga thick as fuck. If that bitch with the shit, I might dig The slut. If that hoe tryna choose, Then we ride, blood. Chug the two, the homie throw four fingers up. Just a P-Phoe nigga with his head up. But bullshit, nigga, like I'm fed up. All these pussy-ass niggas and they bad tucked. I ride around with the same.22, Blood. Bitches scream my name when I'm in the Streets. Check up on my name, no mystery. You niggas better know the history. Big homies talking summertime '83. Mm. Summertime with you, Doing what you wanna do. Take a trip in the park, Even when it's dark.