Chorus:

I get so faded in the studio

I’m tryna get thru to you

Tryna get in your mind, see what’s happening

What you goin thru?

Eyes rollin’ back, like I’m poppin’ these pinks and blues

I can’t connect to you, bitch we not like Bluetooth

Verse:

Thick shit, bad bitch, shawty built like Mewtwo

Sick shit, fly whips, swaggin’ up on you dude

New stick, try it bitch, I don’t even know who to shoot

I hit that bitch sideways, got her ass doin Baby-Boo

Eyes so low I can’t even see it thru

I can’t chase a ho’, no way

Bitch you not my boo

Whippin’ whippin’, I’m so fly, mane

Shoot up to the moon

Sippin’ sippin’, on that codiene, I can’t even see you

It’s so foolish

Why you act that way with me bitch, you so clueless

I wish you could understand, why I do this

Nigga gon’ lose his life, bitch stop playin’

Yeah lets do this

I don’t even know if i could do it, wishy-washy like my mood

13 so hot, I’m sweatin’ on ya like a sauna

You just like to switch up on a nigga, fuck that drama

You ain’t like that nigga, fuck around and ask yo mama

I ain’t cuffing none of these hoes, you my primadonna, huh

You ain’t with me bitch, I’m sayin

I got some power in a matte black whip

Shit go super saiyan

I’m jetlaggin’, take a PJ all the way to Japan

Matter fact I’m so damn high, I’m so damn fly

I can’t even land

Bad bitch suck me up, when I’m sittin’ on the couch

13 harder than a bitch, no doubt

Brand new kicks, bitch I’m chromed out

And I’m my element, I’m zoned out

Takin da drawls off, pull em out

She gon’ suck the dick, cause she a thot

Say you celibate, bitch you is not

You ain’t sellin it? Get the fuck out

Bitch nigga is my son, bitch nigga you not that tough

Pounds and pints, I get high, I can't knock that cup

I got you by my side, I can't fuck it up

Uh, I got ricky on my denim, bitch

13, huh

Chorus:

I get so faded in the studio

I’m tryna get thru to you

Tryna get in your mind, see what’s happening

What you goin thru?

Eyes rollin’ back, like I’m poppin’ these pinks and blues

I can’t connect to you, bitch we not like Bluetooth

Faded in the studio

I’m tryna get thru to you

Tryna get in your mind, see what’s happening

What you goin thru?

Eyes rollin’ back, like I’m poppin’ these pinks and blues

I can’t connect to you, bitch we not like Bluetooth