Faded

I ain't got to show the pipe to pick them pickle peppers
All I do is walk up in the room and tell them I don't get em
Tell how the old-school flow can get em
And if they walk up into the spot you know I'm bound to hit em

V-G be the name, hoes be all up on my thing
Telling me how I can lay em down like the purple haze
Oh yes I don't drip em out, no nigga I don't split em out
Walk up in the club can't go on my head then I pull em out

One, two, three at a time, steal your girl and call her mine
Nigga ain't got to worry bout her, tell her that I chase em down
If you think that you can do exactly what I do
Then step back, take a breath, hold it up, say what's left

'Cause I ain't trippin', shawty