Fadeaway

Woo hoo
Pour a 4
Yeah yeah eahhhh
I might pour a 4 yeah, then fadeaway
And all my brothers with this shit, said we might let it spray
I want all the money, give a fuck about the fame
Yeah he love to copy me but we are not the same, nah
I might pour a 4 yeah, then fadeaway
And all my brothers with this shit, said we might let it spray
I want all the money, give a fuck about the fame
Yeah he love to copy me but we are not the same, nah
Yeah he love to copy, that boy is a clone
That bitch she a thootie, so I hit and sent her home
I can’t fuck with shawty, cause she all up in her miss
Yeah I hit it, and I quit it and I told her leave me alone
Lot of people hating on me, but I’m in bag now
Got a bitch a breaker bag, jus so she can brag now
People love the music, this shit is like clash how
Hop out in a rari, now imma take the fast route