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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yo Gotti
Vocals
Zed Zilla
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyler Williams
Songwriter
Nikhil Seetharam
Songwriter
Kendrick Lamar Duckworth
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
T-Minus
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Ay, why you totin' shit with 'bout five or six shots?
I'ma show you how to fuck up a whole block
First you get a AK, with a whole hunnid rounds in it
[Verse 2]
Pour up (Drink)
Headshot (Drink)
Sit down (Drink)
Stand up (Drink)
Pass out (Drink)
Wake up (Drink)
Faded (Drink)
Faded (Drink)
[Verse 3]
I see a lil' **** shinin' like the diamonds in my watch
Plus the molly's make her turn it up a notch
Got a thick, yellow bitch who suck dick and take pride in it
Pussy deep and wet that I just dived in it
Pussy **** hate, fuck around and get popped
Okay, my young **** from the block
Money come in all hunnids, no twenty, ten's or five's in it
And she ride this dick, but her license's suspended
[Verse 4]
A **** livin' reckless, tryna get these stacks
Left your bitch naked, layin' on her back
'Cause I don't want the pussy, I just want the head
I pulled up in that Fisker, made 'em turn they head
Bitch, I'm turned up every day, big bands on my entrée
Penthouse and my trunk steady, electric car in my driveway
And you ain't fuckin' with my clique, you ain't fuckin' with my hood
You ain't get it like this, pussy
[Verse 5]
Pour up (Drink)
Headshot (Drink)
Sit down (Drink)
Stand up (Drink)
Pass out (Drink)
Wake up (Drink)
Faded (Drink)
Faded (Drink)
[Verse 6]
Purple by the gallon smokin' A1 crop
In the hood with my **** on the block
Louis bag with a strap, some cash and a .9 in it
'Cause out here, you just gotta grind to get it
Thank 4 dub G, thank my family, and thank God
But they in it for the chain and the watch
Diamonds clear like ice, bitch, and ain't flaw in it
Drinking' dirty sprite with nothin' but raw in it
[Verse 7]
Ay, the street done got me on payroll
All my **** down for life, Fabo
You put down the mic, you gay type, homo
I'm still the same **** from day one, ho
Ain't nothin' gonna change a real ****
And, oh, you fake, this ain't your field, ****
I'm full up, lookin' for another Swisher
She tryna pop a pill, I pass the liquor and say
[Verse 8]
Pour up (Drink)
Headshot (Drink)
Sit down (Drink)
Stand up (Drink)
Pass out (Drink)
Wake up (Drink)
Faded (Drink)
Faded (Drink)
Written by: Kendrick Lamar, Nikhil Seetharam, Tyler Williams