Guap Tarantino - Fader lyrics

Yeah, yeah get my bag
I love you, Cole got my bag
Let's go

They know who is greater
I ain't even been on Fader
Keep a couple racks, might save her, bitch
You know who greater
Sippin' on purple like Laker
All my shit is tailored
Bitch know I'm gettin' that paper, nah
We ain't worried 'bout a hater
Double cup sippin' on Texas
I was just juugin' in the Lexus
Hit her one time, I ain't
Textin', can't trust the bitches
They messy keep a couple bags in the Chevy
Niggas wasn't really ready
Bitches got cake like Betty, niggas
Pillow talkin', that's petty, yeah

Gucci socks on with Fendi, bitch
I'm havin' plenty
Yeah, this lean, not Henny
I spend hundreds like they pennies
Bro, we aim at your fitted
Everybody know I'm with it
Rollie cost me a lil' ticket
I don't even care how I get it
Bitch talkin' 'bout she quit it
I don't even care, i got bitches
Broke niggas really don't get it
I don't really give 'em no attention
Big 'Rari got suspension
This Gucci fleece is linen
You know my piece is trendin'
I'm fuckin' all these women

They know who is greater
I ain't even been on Fader
Keep a couple racks, might save her, bitch
You know who greater
Sippin' on purple like Laker
All my shit is tailored
Bitch know I'm gettin' that paper, nah
We ain't worried 'bout a hater
Double cup sippin' on Texas
I was just juugin' in the Lexus
Hit her one time, I ain't
Textin', can't trust the bitches
They messy keep a couple bags in the Chevy
Niggas wasn't really ready
Bitches got cake like Betty, niggas
Pillow talkin', that's petty, yeah

They be talkin', woah, drop it in
The pot and I floss it, woah
Diamonds on your neck, they falsie, woah
Tennis chains swim with the dolphins, yeah
Bitch, keep a stick, keep cautious, hundred
Racks worth in my closet, yeah
Aim on a Perc, I'm nauseous
Ooh, buy a bitch purses, that's boss shit
Niggas shot at me, they thought I
Lost it, fat nigga shit
But I'm ridin' in a 'Rari
Take a trip to LA, backyard safari
Fuck bitches, if they cap, cannot say sorry
I just played her like Atari
Pack that ho like Kyle Lowry
Yeah, I'm goin' big and ain't been
On Fader, bitches got racks
I might tip 'em like a waiter
Bitches got racks
I ain't standin' no hater

They know who is greater
I ain't even been on Fader
Keep a couple racks, might save her, bitch
You know who greater
Sippin' on purple like Laker
All my shit is tailored
Bitch know I'm gettin' that paper, nah
We ain't worried 'bout a hater
Double cup sippin' on Texas
I was just juugin' in the Lexus
Hit her one time, I ain't
Textin', can't trust the bitches
They messy keep a couple bags in the Chevy
Niggas wasn't really ready
Bitches got cake like Betty, niggas
Pillow talkin', that's petty, yeah