Fade

[Chorus: Redro Killson & King ISO] I need your fade, nigga You better not close your eyes When it's time to die I need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga (fade, nigga, fade, nigga, fade, nigga) I need your fade, nigga You better not close your eyes When it's time to die I need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga (fade, nigga) -Bitch nigga, come catch a fade! -Bitch nigga, come catch a fade! -Pussy nigga, come catch a fade! [Verse 1: Qiayz La Beastress] My nigga, this trick is all up in my face Talkin' 'bout she never heard my motherfuckin' name I'm like 'you, you serious? You never heard Qiayz?' Same hoes quartered in my pussy every days Same hoes approachin' me when I get off the stage I don't really care how these bitches know my name Cause I'm killin' 'em anyways I do not fill up no bitch, unless it is a bitch I be whippin' When I take your bitch to the ditches And I take her spirit right outta her feelings You layin' and shiverin', I stomp her chin and that's How I make bitches witness my wickedness I do not care, I am aware These bitches is scared, these niggas is dead We the new brand, Brainsick, nigga Where is my head? [Chorus] [Verse 2: King ISO] Pullin' out the liquor that I drink and a ganja But I'm never wolfin', you could be what you wanna Ridin' with the heater, I mean he's in a sauna Smokin' like the presidential green to Obama Sick of the niggas who wanna be comin' at me with the drama I don't be givin' a fuck about anyone, please, you're a goner Take the body parts are ID's ?said the donor? But I really want the fade like black jeans in a washer The dream that'll haunt ya, if anybody try me though Cause I be on the type of zone that's ratchet hoes and microphones You talkin' till your life is gone and pop a bunch of Ibuprofen I don't know if I could go another day ?with rappers loaded? Jesus, homie, I just quoted, I don't know what happened Slap a nigga, people told me I was only rappin' Caught him by the show and had to whop him, he was yappin' Blood all over me and don't nobody know what happened Ghost Town Gangsta if anybody askin' Ride around dolo in a bucket with a ratchet Fake fuckboy like a dick that's plastic He ain't been seen in a while, ?Geoffrey Jenkins? Take your bitch and eat the pussy good, messy napkin See me with a bitch and take a hit, you better ask him Sick of niggas trippin' on a bitch, that's some wack shit She be gettin' flipped like a ship with them fractions Sick of niggas wolfin' on the internet Go dumb on a nigga, no intellect Put him in a box like a cigarette Your bitch wanna chew me like some Winterfresh Fuck you rappin' ass niggas, blood, I been a vet Hold up, pussy nigga, I ain't finished yet Brainsick, nigga, and we been the best Come and meet the devil, nigga, in the flesh Nigga, catch a fade, nigga... [Chorus] [Verse 3: Twisted Insane] Pull up on 'em with the heater up in the apartment I don't wanna be the one to pull it, if I gotta do it, I'mma use the hands Take 'em all up in the back and beat 'em one on one and get ?off in they pants? I can pull the pistol on 'em but I rather put 'em on the Ground like a man Get up in the van, been around the corner Everybody lookin' for an ass whoopin' Take a minute for a nigga ?find about? I got the Right and left hook And you shook when I hop up with nothin' but hands and you book And I'm knockin' motherfuckers blocks off These rocks hot and cookin' Lookin' ass niggas and bitches never get up and say shit Always on wolfin' disrespect but never with the Brainsick Combination makin' everybody hit the ground, no AK shit Just take 'em in the backyard when they act hard and I slay shit Face it, ain't nobody superman, nigga, that's real shit They run up on a nigga like me, they best have grenades I don't wanna hear another motherfuckin' word about How you got straps and you clack, that's bull Bitch, nigga, come catch a fade! [Chorus]