[Verse 1: La Keid]

[Verse 2: Mali]

Gucci on my feet I slip

I feel faded from the sip

Ya shooting from the hip

Ya this bitch know how to rip

Curry on the block

Like he cheffin' up the rock

Aye, aye, aye

We be flipping all this shit

I might drink it off a bitch

Yuh, faded from the sip

Yuh, blasting from the hip

Aye Gucci on my feet

Got a new bitch on my hip (aye)

(aye, ou)

Mali he so wavy

All these bitches rate me

You gon' try to save me

Skirt off in my Mercedes

I ain’t got no label

Please don’t try to play me

All these bitches ain’t shit

I go off like safety

Uzi got the ruger

You know that we from the north so we

Don’t got no shooters

I’ll be on the a-list

Getting presents from my jeweller

Yeah my neck so icy that

They say I’m like a cooler

I’m like Ferris Bueller

I just be so faded that

They wonder if I’m crazy yuh

I be going 80 through the city

Like I’m crazy yuh

Yeah you think you shit

Well, I just took your lady yuh

I just fucked your lady up

Do this till I’m 80 yup

I just be so faded that

I wonder if I made it yuh

I be going lazy like my eyes

After I hit the blunt

I just be so lazy

I’m just fuckin on your baby yuh

I ain’t even hit her up

Call me and I dick her up