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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rob $tone
Performer
P-LO
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
P-LO
Composer
Jaylen Anthony Robinson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Martianz
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Ay, ay, woo
[Verse 2]
I been gettin' too faded
Flirtin' with a bitch too brazy
In a tail, gettin' bent, no chaser
All the hoes, no chasin'
Smokin' out the wood, no paper
I dipped from the bitch
What flavor, she a dud
Won't say it
I don't love the bitch, I hate her
Yeah, I'm takin' risks
I'm takin' what I'm livin'
Like greatness
Can't understand my haters
I can't understand if it ain't 'bout paper
Moves greater
Steppin' on a bitch, white gators
When she dancin' on my dick
Can't see her hips stop shakin'
I'ma take in the spasm until my dick start achin'
I'ma pass enough back there and a bitch I'm datin'
[Verse 3]
Whoa, fifty grand in the rental
Big boss man, big bands from the business
New Corvette for my mans when we get it
I been stayin' court side, go to stay when we winnin'
Yeah, lady, whoa
[Verse 4]
Wait, I can't hear what you sayin'
Can't give a fuck what you think
I'm way too faded
I been sippin' my drink
Smokin' all night with my gang
Gettin' hit with my gang
Lickin' that model cute face
Drinkin' out the bottle D'ussé
Now I'm on a new wave
I can't hear what you sayin'
I can't give a fuck what you think
I'm gettin' too faded, yeah
I'm gettin' too faded
I'm gettin' too faded
I'm gettin' too faded
[Verse 5]
Ay, P-LO, ay, ay, yuh, yuh, P-LO
I'm too cocky, ooh
Chef put the rich young hibachi, ooh
Jesus, icy, but no hockey, ooh
Make your girl get loaded, you already know the
The girl from the Bay, downright testy
All the bad bitches call me sexy
Bitch, I'm the number one requested
She whisper in my ear
Told me, "Let's dip," (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) ay
Yo, so I got us back there
No, I can't drink all night, ay
I just put it on the top layer
Coupe, showed her tits, top player
Bitch, we nut there
We the real ones
Got the whole shell locked
Got it sealed up, yeah
Uh, yo, I'm feelin' this bitch though
If she ain't got no funds, let the bitch go, ay
[Verse 6]
Wait, I can't hear what you sayin'
Can't give a fuck what you think
I'm way too faded
I been sippin' my drink
Smokin' all night with my gang
Gettin' hit with my gang
Lickin' that model cute face
Drinkin' out the bottle D'ussé
Now I'm on a new wave
I can't hear what you sayin'
I can't give a fuck what you think
I'm gettin' too faded, yeah
I'm gettin' too faded
I'm gettin' too faded
I'm gettin' too faded
I'm gettin' too faded
Written by: Calvin Broadus, Jaylen Anthony Robinson, Jordan Hutchins, P-LO, Paulo Rodriguez