[Verse 1 : Game]
Hey yo I�m full of that purp
Can�t be fucked with when I�m rollin�
I like that backwood up and put that sun roof in motion
I hit the block like what, them boys can�t fuck with that phantom
Put them 6s down in buck kid, I fuck with Atlanta
Got that huge blow and rocks up in this
Shining like the staple center lights when Kobe go for 40 looking like mike!
Don�t compare me to these rap niggas I�m not like �em, I swear to God
I did went through hurt before, Chris Humphrey my dick big
You can ask the broads, I like my bitch authentic no fake
titties or ass
When she do I Ricky ruby on that hoe, I pass
since tall [?] fucking with the lights out
When the shit on like a [?] I fight though
I don�t wanna fight though, wanna lose your life though
So pull a 38 on yeah, turn a nigga mike on
Yeah, I�m fucked up and they hating
Turn all these rap niggas into blood zulu nation
Yeah, soldiers, the diamonds in your chain
Bigger than that nigga face and that�s foul, game
[Hook : Soulja Boy]
I�m fucked up and I�m faded
I said I�m fucked up and I�m faded
We got peach sirock syrup �tron, peach sirock syrup �tron, peach sirock syrup �tron,
Faded, I�m faded, faded
She faded, faded, he faded, faded, we faded,
Faded, faded, faded, faded, faded, I�m fucked up
[Verse 2 : Soulja Boy]
Puff pop and I pass on, rich nigga young asshole
Fuck you trying to tell me, go bars for the cash bro
I took charge and I went hard
Held it down for my fuck squad
Fuck you niggas talk about
Time we bring them racks out
Welcome to my spaceship, that shit look like a trap house
Go ahead and bring the Benz out
Recoup your hoe and we freezed up
Pound [?] that�s a beat up, 50 k on my sleeve bro
And I�m fresh fuck and my sleeve up
These niggas riding won�t be us
Everyday we get the bump, riding round smokin� grind
2012 red Bentley mean, gang driving through compton
Bad bitches by the dozen, no police I ain�t coughing
And niggas saying they got swag
But it�s money gang or nothing
I�m high as fuck see it in my eyes
Shouts out game that number 5
Fresh as fuck till a nigga die
Gonna write my name up in the sky
Fick you niggas talking bout, we get cash by large amounts
I�m fucked up and I�m faded, got a mansion up in Las Vegas
[Hook]
I�m fucked up and I�m faded
I said I�m fucked up and I�m faded
We got peach sirock syrup �tron, peach sirock syrup �tron, peach sirock syrup �tron,
Faded, I�m faded, faded
She faded, faded, he faded, faded, we faded,
Faded, faded, faded, faded, faded, I�m fucked up
Hey yo I�m full of that purp
Can�t be fucked with when I�m rollin�
I like that backwood up and put that sun roof in motion
I hit the block like what, them boys can�t fuck with that phantom
Put them 6s down in buck kid, I fuck with Atlanta
Got that huge blow and rocks up in this
Shining like the staple center lights when Kobe go for 40 looking like mike!
Don�t compare me to these rap niggas I�m not like �em, I swear to God
I did went through hurt before, Chris Humphrey my dick big
You can ask the broads, I like my bitch authentic no fake
titties or ass
When she do I Ricky ruby on that hoe, I pass
since tall [?] fucking with the lights out
When the shit on like a [?] I fight though
I don�t wanna fight though, wanna lose your life though
So pull a 38 on yeah, turn a nigga mike on
Yeah, I�m fucked up and they hating
Turn all these rap niggas into blood zulu nation
Yeah, soldiers, the diamonds in your chain
Bigger than that nigga face and that�s foul, game
[Hook : Soulja Boy]
I�m fucked up and I�m faded
I said I�m fucked up and I�m faded
We got peach sirock syrup �tron, peach sirock syrup �tron, peach sirock syrup �tron,
Faded, I�m faded, faded
She faded, faded, he faded, faded, we faded,
Faded, faded, faded, faded, faded, I�m fucked up
[Verse 2 : Soulja Boy]
Puff pop and I pass on, rich nigga young asshole
Fuck you trying to tell me, go bars for the cash bro
I took charge and I went hard
Held it down for my fuck squad
Fuck you niggas talk about
Time we bring them racks out
Welcome to my spaceship, that shit look like a trap house
Go ahead and bring the Benz out
Recoup your hoe and we freezed up
Pound [?] that�s a beat up, 50 k on my sleeve bro
And I�m fresh fuck and my sleeve up
These niggas riding won�t be us
Everyday we get the bump, riding round smokin� grind
2012 red Bentley mean, gang driving through compton
Bad bitches by the dozen, no police I ain�t coughing
And niggas saying they got swag
But it�s money gang or nothing
I�m high as fuck see it in my eyes
Shouts out game that number 5
Fresh as fuck till a nigga die
Gonna write my name up in the sky
Fick you niggas talking bout, we get cash by large amounts
I�m fucked up and I�m faded, got a mansion up in Las Vegas
[Hook]
I�m fucked up and I�m faded
I said I�m fucked up and I�m faded
We got peach sirock syrup �tron, peach sirock syrup �tron, peach sirock syrup �tron,
Faded, I�m faded, faded
She faded, faded, he faded, faded, we faded,
Faded, faded, faded, faded, faded, I�m fucked up