Twisted Insane - Fade lyrics

[Chorus: Redro k**son & King ISO] I need your fade, n***a You better not close your eyes When it's time to die I need your motherf**in' fade, n***a (fade, n***a, fade, n***a, fade, n***a) I need your fade, n***a You better not close your eyes When it's time to die I need your motherf**in' fade, n***a (fade, n***a) -b**h n***a, come catch a fade! -b**h n***a, come catch a fade! -p**y n***a, come catch a fade! [Verse 1: Qiayz La Beastress] My n***a, this trick is all up in my face Talkin' 'bout she never heard my motherf**in' name I'm like 'you, you serious? You never heard Qiayz?' Same hoes quartered in my p**y every days Same hoes approachin' me when I get off the stage I don't really care how these b**hes know my name Cause I'm k**in' 'em anyways I do not fill up no b**h, unless it is a b**h I be whippin' When I take your b**h 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 b**hes witness my wickedness I do not care, I am aware These b**hes is scared, these n***as is dead We the new brand, Brainsick, n***a 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 n***as who wanna be comin' at me with the drama I don't be givin' a f** 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 rifles loaded Jesus, homie, I just quoted, I don't know what happened Slap a n***a, 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 f**boy like a dick that's plastic He ain't been seen in a while, ?Geoffrey Jenkins? Take your b**h and eat the p**y good, messy napkin See me with a b**h and take a hit, you better ask him Sick of n***as trippin' on a b**h, that's some wack sh** She be gettin' flipped like a ship with them fractions Sick of n***as wolfin' on the internet Go dumb on a n***a, no intellect Put him in a box like a cigarette Your b**h wanna chew me like some Winterfresh f** you rappin' a** n***as, blood, I been a vet Hold up, p**y n***a, I ain't finished yet Brainsick, n***a, and we been the best Come and meet the devil, n***a, in the flesh n***a, catch a fade, n***a... [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 a** whoopin' Take a minute for a n***a ?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' motherf**ers blocks off These rocks hot and cookin' Lookin' a** n***as and b**hes never get up and say sh** Always on wolfin' disrespect but never with the Brainsick Combination makin' everybody hit the ground, no AK sh** Just take 'em in the backyard when they act hard and I slay sh** Face it, ain't nobody superman, n***a, that's real sh** They run up on a n***a like me, they best have grenades I don't wanna hear another motherf**in' word about How you got straps and you clack, that's bull b**h, n***a, come catch a fade! [Chorus]