Jordan Fade

Aye, rolling up that fadeaway

Rolling up that fadeaway

Rolling up that fadeaway

Keep it low, you'll lose in May

Rolling up that fadeaway

Rolling up that fadeaway

Rolling up that fadeaway

Keep it low, you'll lose in May

Rolling up that fadeaway

Rolling up that fadeaway

Rolling up that fadeaway

Keep it low, you'll lose in May

Rolling up that fadeaway

Rolling up that fadeaway

Rolling up that fadeaway

Keep it low, you'll lose in May

My plug trying to innovate

Ship that shit all types of ways

This weed taste like lemonade

I spilled ashes on my J's

I don't need no court for play

I be off that Jordan fade

Backwood guts all on the tray

Break it down and roll the tray

First I got more dope to weigh

I was high for all them days

All them days

That's how I avoid the shade

Focused on what's on my plate

Rolling up that fadeaway

Rolling up that fadeaway

Rolling up that fadeaway

Keep it low, you'll lose in May

Rolling up that fadeaway

Rolling up that fadeaway

Rolling up that fadeaway

Keep it low, you'll lose in May

Rolling up that fadeaway

Rolling up that fadeaway

Rolling up that fadeaway

Keep it low, you'll lose in May

Rolling up that fadeaway

Rolling up that fadeaway

Rolling up that fadeaway

Keep it low, you'll lose in May

Balling in my Jordan A's

Took the shot and fadeaway

Blunted 'Wood an eighth a day

Weed chunks falling on my babe

That's okay

I don't give a fuck about 'em

I deal with those types of problems

All my dawgs get money, mane

Rain, snow, or sunny, mane

Count on us to make a way

Count on us to make a wave form

Everything I make

Scoring bad bitches, call up Norm

I'm recording, aye

Rolling up that fadeaway

Rolling up that fadeaway

Rolling up that fadeaway

Keep it low, you'll lose in May

Rolling up that fadeaway

Rolling up that fadeaway

Rolling up that fadeaway

Keep it low, you'll lose in May

Rolling up that fadeaway

Rolling up that fadeaway

Rolling up that fadeaway

Keep it low, you'll lose in May

Rolling up that fadeaway

Rolling up that fadeaway

Rolling up that fadeaway

Keep it low, you'll lose in May

Real life

She let me hit it once, then best believe I probably hit it again

If I tried it once and liked it, best believe I'll probably did it again

Don't talk to me, that's a mistake

Don't doubt the boy, that's a mistake

I'm not enough rolling this great

Check my stats, my team playing great

The town I'm from made me this way

Valentino rock on the fucking fizzle

I cut that bitch off and she like division

I'm the Fresh Prince, she done went Robin Givens

Don't tell my bitch, she might give you the business

I'm Harry Potter, chase the gold like Quidditch

Here is slaughterhouse with nobody in it

Where the money at, I go out and get it

I won't switch speeds, I'ma roll one, who with it

Yeah, barely be writing, describing these pictures

My man got indicted, he's robbing these ****

We the type to pivot, go out and get it

You the type to snatch a person the minute

The lavish life inside a person to give in

I'm out the mud despite the worst you was given

Seen and know some thing's I wish that I didn't

Dreamed some thing's, that really hurts, I ain't living

But I keep working towards a mercy vision

Best advice I ever heard was don't listen

I smoke the piff before my nerves get to twitching

My finger's itching till the paper get in it

I talk to CEO's, you know I mean business

I fuck like three hoes, you know I'm the ****

'Cause I knew I was on before it was written

She let me hit it once, then best believe I probably hit it again

If I tried it once and liked it, best believe I'll probably did it again

Don't talk to me, that's a mistake

Don't doubt the boy, that's a mistake

I'm not enough rolling this great

Check my stats, my team playing great

The town I'm from made me this way