Faded (feat. Jayden Gray)

My twin go off the drugs, pour up lil bitch the mud That bitch she said she love me, then just leave me alone I been steady working, now I been chillin' on the phone Like I been high as f*ck, I can't put down the phone Every day I'm in the stu, want a bae to get me through Turn me up, bitch get me loose. Pour me up, bitch where the juice And I try to hide my love, hold me down bitch like a rug Ridding through the city with my twin, we turnin' up Bitch he geeked up off, the drugs Bitch perky xanny, roxie He geeked up out his body, fentanyl in the street Shooting up, ain't talkin' bout drugs I'm goin' too fast, like we can't stop Are you rockin' with me like I'm rockin' with you, cause I really don't feel like the same I been medicated, percocet havin, what's goin' on inside my brain I been with my twin, I ain't fuckin' with you I hopped on a brand new lane I don't know bout a friend, bitch I got my twin Smash through the city, we'll do it again All the drugs that's in his body, huh Perky xanny roxie My twin go off the drug, we on the roxie Right now, took back my love not fuckin' with that Heard he got that ninety pack, we got shit for days Higher than a Martian, I'm obliterated My gun got confiscated Is you rockin' with me like I'm rockin' with you, cause I really don't feel like the same I been in my mind, I'm focused now Ima drop this hoe, they hate me now Taking these drugs fighting these problems, it's no way bitch I tried to run up a bag, an run up a sack (oh why-y-y-y) You a bitch, how you flex up on the net real shit Long live Chance tha nigga died Police playin' with a fuckin' stick Causing these problems, it's no way back I gotta stay down, an run up a sack You think that you hurt me, why'd you do me like that Just wear all black in the night like a bat Your whole crew is stuck on dope, just send them niggas home Here come B Otis and Cain yeah them niggas just wear vlone Same nigga just watch your tone, and I hope it won't be long And I'm posted on the 6 like, all damn, night long When I walk up in the room, you better change your tone We is not friends, can't hang alone Come on, baby, just play along He a shit talker, real deal pill popper I ain't got no more questions, so if you wanna leave, then leave in a walker Baby, I don't want you to come home It's been a little while, I ain't talked on the phone And watch that background Baby, I know you're alone Way past ten, won't make it home Smash through the dec real shit Pat yo pockets, before you talk like a bitch And you on the net real shit Won't catch me when I'm a bitch Oh, oh, oh Posted on the block, we was trappin with the shit We got big ole 4 5 choppers If he play, he gettin, hit He was takin' all the pills Now it's runnin' down his nose He can't find no other way Ain't no other way to cope Caught em dancing with the drugs Now it's runnin' down his throat I was off the fet I'm gone 5 hits Probably send me home But now I'm chillin' with my twin In this bitch be spin again We ain't fuckin' with new folks Tell them folks, don't let em in Mm-mm-mm Probably dancin' with my twin