Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tyga
Vocals
Lil Wayne
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
D. Blacksher
Songwriter
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter
Michael Stevenson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jess Jackson
Recording Engineer
Michael “BANGER” Cadahia
Recording Engineer
Elizabeth Gallardo
Assistant Recording Engineer
Eric Racy
Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Dnyce
Producer
Tyga
Vocal Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Ahaha, I don't give a fuck
[Verse 1]
Young Nino, fuck a bitch in a pea coat
Carlito, Scarface, Al Pacino
Bun B though, Pimp C, R.I.P though
I goes deep in that pussy, Dan Marino
She wanna be the one, fuck her to my own single
Break a bitch heart, no future Miss Cleo
Snapback, au-au-automatic reload
Flyer than a fucking beetle, you can't beat 'em
Vampire, fuck up your evening
I pop up and eat lunch, leave you in the cement
Don't believe it? Stripe like A-fucking-Adidas
The gun Selena, give a **** Bieber fever
Real fucking hot, put it in pot, take a shot, higher than a tube sock
You's a bop, give me top, top as I load the whop
Man, these **** say I'm fly, but to her, I'm God
[Chorus]
I'm faded, faded, faded
My ****, I'm faded, faded, faded
My ****, I'm faded, faded, faded
My ****, I'm faded, faded, faded
My ****, I'm faded, faded, faded
My ****, I'm faded, faded, faded
My ****, I'm faded, faded, faded
My ****, I'm faded, faded, and I don't give a fuck
[Verse 2]
Fuck is up? **** stomping in my Chucks
Yeah, I make it reindeer 'cause I'm all about my bucks
Use the butt up in the front, d-dick up in her cunt
And I put it in her hole, hole-in-one, putt, putt, augh!
Su-super McNasty, why you McLovin' when the bitch call me daddy?
Pimp, no caddy, she wish she never had me
Treat her like a dog (Dog), call that bitch Lassie
Young Savvy, bang her like Cincinnati
Above average, f-fly like I'm Aladdin
They bend backwards, thr-throw the pussy at them
I'm Ben Wallace, dunk up in your basket
Uh, uh, balls in the air
No games, I'm serious, double dare
There's too many bitches, why these **** wanna stare?
Pat Ron up in here, ****, this ain't no beer
[Chorus]
I'm faded, faded, faded (Yeah)
My ****, I'm faded, faded, faded
My ****, I'm faded, faded, faded
My ****, I'm faded, faded, faded
My ****, I'm faded, faded, faded (Yeah)
My ****, I'm faded, faded, faded
My ****, I'm faded, faded, faded
My ****, I'm faded, faded, and I don't give a fuck
[Verse 3]
Mama, there go that monster
Abracadabra, Magic Johnson
My motherfucking doctor said I need a doctor
So I called House, now I am a pill popper
Faded like skinnys, Young Money we winning
I told her if I change, she won't get a penny
Milking this shit, pregnant bitch titties
Bringing home the bacon, I'm fucking miss Piggy
Loaded like a semi, send me naked pictures
She knows my dick, she call that **** Richard
Prior to me cumming, I had to stick my thumb in
Her ass one time, smell my finger, make you vomit
Flyer than a hornet, the shoe fit, I worn it
She tried to jack me off, can't beat it, join it
Tunechi, coochie, that what she call it
Flag, scarlet, I killed it, mourning
[Chorus]
Faded, faded, faded
My ****, I'm faded, faded, faded
My ****, I'm faded, faded, faded (Yeah, uh)
My ****, I'm faded, faded, faded (Young Mula, baby!)
My ****, I'm faded, faded, faded
My ****, I'm faded, faded, faded
My ****, I'm faded, faded, faded
My ****, I'm faded, faded, faded
And I don't give a fuck
Written by: D. Blacksher, D. Carter, Michael Ray Stevenson