Produced by Treehouse]
[Engineering by Colton "Hiro" Bonine]
[Intro]
So so gone, Faded like old pictures
So gone, faded like old pictures so gone
We gettin' faded like old pictures
(So gone) faded like old pictures
We gettin' faded like old pictures so gone
We gettin' faded like old pictures so gone
We Gettin' faded like old pictures so gone
[Verse 1]
Straight outta Boone height, on the hoodie
White powder in my pocket, no it ain't a goody
And Pat been gettin' to it, bout to make a movie
I'm still in the hood, pushin' packs til they pursue me
Homies on good gas, blowin' that doja
I be slangin good crack, on that corner
Seen a lil' bad b**h, pull up to the store bruh
Cross the ave track sprint, like I gotta know her
And i was like damn b**h!, and she was like what boy?
And i was like come here girl, and she was like what for?
And now we kickin' it, sliding round the city in a rental
Lean in the cup, smoke piling out the window
Gettin' to it on a mission, but naw I ain't smokin'
Let me make it clear cause i know my PO scopin'
Anyway, shawty let me take ya to the loc side
Show ya how the locs ride, show ya how the locs vibe
Alright, we gon hit the city up the hardest
Ridin' wit a trill mothaf**er down to party for real though
[Hook]
We gettin faded like old pictures, (fa' sho')
Gettin faded like some dope clippers, (that's right)
Hit the stage and i'ma cold k**a, (oh yeah)
We ain't afraid of no no liquor, (No no)
We gettin faded like old pictures
So gone
Faded like old pictures
So gone
Faded like old pictures
So gone, So long, So So gone
We gettin faded like old pictures
So gone
Faded like old pictures
So gone
Faded like old pictures
So gone, So long, So So gone
[Verse 2]
"C" up on my hat, two eyes in the middle
Sliding round faded, driver cuz I'm 'thriz owed'
Lines on the 'rizoad' note 5 on 'bliz ow'
Bout to hit the 'yizzo' and drop another 'hizzo'
My apologies, I been on that "h to the izzo"
C to the H - A, T to the 'Tizzo'
4 2 3 sh** ya' b**h
Whole family be drinkin' like some fish
Told Amanda we gon get it, go on quit
Yet it's alot of people still talkin' sh**
But f** em though, we be in the club poppin' bottles
Feel like i won a race, how I'm talkin' to the sponsors
To think I was in a cage, haters like, "They gotcha!"
And now I hit the stage, they be like that's my patner
Ha gotteeem!, it ain't nothin "homie"
Put that sh** in quotations, and buy another round dummy
Hahaha
[Hook]
We gettin faded like old pictures, (fa' sho')
Gettin faded like some dope clippers, (that's right)
Hit the stage and i'ma cold k**a, (oh yeah)
We ain't afraid of no no liquor, (No no)
We gettin faded like old pictures
So gone
Faded like old pictures
So gone
Faded like old pictures
So gone, So long, So So gone
We gettin faded like old pictures
So gone
Faded like old pictures
So gone
Faded like old pictures
So gone, So long, So So gone