Chi Bheats - Fader lyrics

[SKIT] Hey everybody how are you doing? This is my friend Mr. Gun, My special guest Smith & Wesson says get your a** down This is a stickup, real deal, real gun, full cooperation and no one gets done You have to listen to words, because thats what I say... [mumbling]- Stop f**ing rapping man this is the real thing! [DANSE- VERSE 1] Young enough to hit your sister Old enough to hit your mother dog I'll piss til you burn alive on that hover board How you 40 and you just turned blood beloved? Aim for your nose, leave a hole one inch above it Im 6'1, 170, puff heavily From Marborough between Cortelyou & Beverley k** the 1st one that ain't in none of your pictures OG told me thats the one that'll getcha I just caught 30,000 bins on the arm That could buy me the Fader cover and I'll be on But f** Fader and any writer that sniffs salt Never met a journalist GD at Pitchfork I be in places you can't Snap Chat 40 n***as in 40 belows all blacks straps You eating cereal, they shaving serials off that Before I serve a feen I bet I'm making them snort crack Pops told me click that back When n***as try to jump you, Aim and split that hat It's Flatbush I steal n***a, I don't trap Rubber grip, I don't slip, I don't lack That's a fact 1st it was the shmoney dance Now everybody dabbin in them funny pants n***as praying I don't pop like a bunjee band Mothaf**a In your face is where the lungy lands [Tray Pizzy- VERSE 2] You know my name side, know my side, know my set Look n***a know my fly, see my jet No n***a, you get fly then you get wet Team Nike, I say ride then you get checked Ride! Flex drop a bomb over Baghdad Ask your dad's dad I been in my bag bag Whipping in the kitchen like it's bad bad Body n***as you can put them in a Glad bag Tell them n***as it's a stickup A chest shot will hit them like a hiccup Get a road we gon' drag him with the pickup Headshots we don't want to f** his strip up All we want is our respect And our Brooklyn n***as shooting sh** and its nothing but net Danse these n***as don't want to dance Put them in wheelchairs these n***as don't stand a chance I knock a block off with that block soft Got my rocks off because I was doing drop offs All i wanted was a gun and a drop Porsche Now that's an and1 with the Hot Sauce I cross over like PitBull, the clip full You trying to guard God, you going to get your card pulled 80 block, Broke and Trippy grab your blicky All you n***as can walk because we running the city Eat! [DANSE- VERSE 3] Yall made these blog writers rock stars Paying them for a post saying u got bars Retaining them, like they lawyers and you just got charged Praying to a punk witta pen- n***a that's not God A label asked me, you been up on Fader yet? I told them "nah because I ain't pay that retainer yet" 6k a month? nah this AK will jump I don't rock thrasher u ba*tard, U sniff a 8th of bumps Uhhh, and I don't like that sh** Don't spit it like its you if you ain't write that sh** Just because you don't see a ramp, don't mean your bike can't flip Because you could f**in get left off a right hand click It f**s me up when a n***a gets shot who ain't supposed to go Like I set the pick and he Popped when he was supposed to roll Summertime, used to play the freezer in western beef For AC, now it's AC with extra heat Pook uptop, with minute rice in a blue bowl Black spoon, you know that he mixin it wit the pulpo I still got the jugo I be in traffic with drops on my iWatch n***a to snatch your Hublot Because f** staying patient When you from a place where you inhaling the air and the Fragrance is so flagrant And it's so blatant that satan is advocating this hating And wing n***as are advocating this faking Rap turned to wrestling and wrestling is all fake Until you Blue Blazer the fake sh** and real blood hits the apron Ask Nashawn if I was on Vyse Ave Brooklyn n***a, but uptown love my swag Word to Doe and word to Dark and them I ain't with the b**h sh**, but This sh**'ll spark when it bark and I'm Candace Park'n em Yeah, it's Double D, no Teta Pad Y'all Nikkas must've smoked a Wepa Bag Thinking you this nice