05 Mac - Faded

Yuh, yuh yuh (like shit)
Yuh, yuh yuh (like yeah)
Yuh yuh (like) okay
Okay
Who dat ¿
It's 05 Mac
It's 05 Mac
It's 05 Mac
Faded, painted this cup cuz I made it
Shawty get to shaking, THC baking
High as fuck from the ceiling to the base
She gon' feel it in her face, she don't give a fuck
She shakin ass on stage
All this for James and I'm just in my own lane
I can hear a damn thang
What y'all niggas talking about
Oh, they talk down on James
All these natives been gay like
Niggas since the third grade
I'm just chillin' back, countin' cheese
Shawty on my lap, bitch, she diggin' in my jeans
Nigga, I stack fly, I got the J's, I'm with Supreme
I did it on my own, that's why they don't fuck with me
Bitch, I got something, didn't have to wait for it
Got money on my mind, so I'm always moving for it
Xotic in the cup, bitch, that's what I be pouring
I don't fuck on young hoes, all them bitches boring
I got me some women, back up on my pimpin
I'm out here for a million, and the soda be kissin
Know this shit get wicked, smashin' yo hoe and dippin
Niggas get the trippin' cuz he ain't even know it
Who dat¿
It's 05 Mac
It's 05 Mac
It's 05 Mac
Faded, painted this cup cuz I made it
Shawty get the shake in, THC bakin
High as fuck from the ceiling to the base
She gon' feel it in her face, she don't give a fuck
She shakin ass on stage
Hunnids in my pocket, spent a thousand on these jeans
When I'm with my bitch, I keep it lit, I keep it G
Demons in this stick , so you best not fuck wit me
My bitch a bitch up in Celine, pour a three Inna 16
Shawty, she gon' pop sticks, she down for it, she loadin' clips
Runnin' out my bag quick, cuz a mufucka stay low-key
And I'm puffin' OG, exotic mix with codeine
No, broke boy, that's the old me, I'm countin up this blue cheese
Ballin', I'm ballin', I'm ballin
Them old friends, they hatin
And fake niggas, they stalin
Bad bitch, she toppin
Got a problem, go solve it
Cuz either way my lil, niggas, they gon' rob ya
Niggas don't want no pressure
Nigga don't want no static
Bitch, she be rockin' a Lova
I don't want rock not patek
My bitch don't rock no Fashion Nova
This shit came from the attic
She fuckin' with a lil nigga, cuz I up my status
Bad bitch up in the palace, uh
Fuck on me, yeah, she got balance
Yeah she fuck on me, got balance
These niggas, don't want static
He get pop like acid, he get hit like

Written by:
Joshua James

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