Fade Up

[Chorus: Crowda]
Break it down (Down), roll it up (Up)
My weed doin' kicks and throwin’ uppercuts
Insufficient funds, you can't smoke with us
No money, I'm Han Solo when I smoke this blunt
You can’t smoke for free, you gotta fade up
You can't smoke with me, you gotta fade up
You can't smoke for free, you tryin' to play us?
You can't smoke for free, you better pay up

[Verse 1: G-Mo Skee]
Ay, if niggas tryin' to chief, niggas better bring money or bring kush
Or they assed out like bitches in porn scenes, look
Dead bodies on meat hooks got the police shook
Stomp you out with fuckin' ice skates on each foot
I'm rollin’ buzz, the drugs takin’ a heavy toll
Rock the hockey mask and put a blunt in every hole
Jason Voorhees, somebody better tell these hoes
Fuckin' with my weed, you can die from machete blows
I’m doin' shrooms and losin' screws, I'm too confused
All these rappers look the same, nigga, who is who?
Lil Uzi Vert or some other fuckin’ pootie poo
Askin' me if you can hit a blunt, that's a stupid move
"Smoke me out" ain't in my vocabulary
Quit comin' around lookin' like Ashy Larry
The next blunt I light bitch, I might smash the cherry
Into your forehead and laugh 'cause your ass a fairy, bitch!

[Chorus: Crowda]
Break it down (Down), roll it up (Up)
My weed doin' kicks and throwin' uppercuts
Insufficient funds, you can't smoke with us
No money, I'm Han Solo when I smoke this blunt
You can't smoke for free, you gotta fade up
You can't smoke with me, you gotta fade up
You can't smoke for free, you tryin' to play us?
You can't smoke for free, you better pay up

[Verse 2: King Gordy]
Yo, Miss Jane, you're so Mary, dang I'm so very
High, why deny my brain is so heavy
I cried, I might die, I'm fried, I'm quite dry
Inside my right eye is lazy, don't tell me
My mind's a bike ride, a drive at nighttime
I like to light limes, see mine is so smelly
Two O's of OG will make your little ho pee
All in her panties from a fatty, don't you OD
Your throat choke for four weeks, I'm like ho please
Blow these nuts the same way you smoke weed
For three months, her brain stays the low key
Bitch sucking dick for eight days with no sleep
Marijuana, I'm very fond of you, I am very honored
I'm very proud of you, every dollar spent on every hour
Motherfuckers think I'm lyin' and shit
When I tell 'em I roll blunts the same size as my dick!

[Chorus: Crowda]
Break it down (Down), roll it up (Up)
My weed doin' kicks and throwin' uppercuts
Insufficient funds, you can't smoke with us
No money, I'm Han Solo when I smoke this blunt
You can't smoke for free, you gotta fade up
You can't smoke with me, you gotta fade up
You can't smoke for free, you tryin' to play us?
You can't smoke for free, you better pay up

[Verse 3: Jamie Madrox]
I hit a half wherever I'm at, I'm smokin' a bag, never fails
My joint soaked under they toenail
Oh shit, unique like the rollin' skills
Ugly like the creator, bumpin' beats and rhymin' to kill
I'm not a vegan, I'm meat-based, the industry's beef-laden
So fuck you in the smile on a sheet face
My video game skills is up for debate
My hand-eye coordination's a problem, I'm here to disintegrate
The competition and anything in the way, shit
Leave you with nine slugs all up inside your 8-bit
Right quick, fake shit, it's not a game, dude
You're bleedin' from your dome 'cause G-Mo smashed you with a GameCube
And Gordy runnin' your pockets because you're passed out
Time to get ghost and commence a digital mash-out
Black screen, night sky, fade to pixels
Blunts hit, 2018, eat a dickhole, bitch!

[Chorus: Crowda]
Break it down (Down), roll it up (Up)
My weed doin' kicks and throwin' uppercuts
Insufficient funds, you can't smoke with us
No money, I'm Han Solo when I smoke this blunt
You can't smoke for free, you gotta fade up
You can't smoke with me, you gotta fade up
You can't smoke for free, you tryin' to play us?
You can't smoke for free, you better pay up