That Fade by Bukshot Lyrics

[Verse 1: Bukshot]
Tread careful 'round me, I'm a cobra
Get bit one time, game over
Grant pain, quicker than the crow flies
Packing ammunition bigger than a 4-5
Start a demolition derby watch this hoe hide
Acting like he want the smoke, I'm the wrong guy
Little pedo chaser, I'mma help ya meet your maker
How'd your father job as stared as she was undertaker
Watch this awkward motherfucker lose his mojo
Think you're tough bitch, step into my Dojo
Mention me again that's blood on your polo
Knock 'em out, I got rings like Frodo

[Chorus: Bukshot]
Hi ya (hi ya)
Gonna catch that fade
Hi ya (hi ya)
Hi ya (hi ya)
Gonna catch that fade
Hi ya (hi ya)
Hi ya (hi ya)
Timmy gonna give that fade
Hi ya
Show these bitches all the messes I've made
Hi ya
Pull the heater watch these rappers get sprayed
Hi ya (hi ya)
Hi ya
[Verse 2: Bukshot]
Bitches wanna catch that fade
I never shoulda been a rapper, should've been a fighter (fighter)
Listen to the music play, my mouth is full of gasoline, my temper is a lighter (lighter)
Talk shit, that's a reach
Cause ain't nobody disrespecting me up in these streets
Watch me dig up in this motherfucker like some cleats
Leave 'em on a dirt road, covered up in sheets
I'm the X factor known to Bukslap ya
Claim to read my book but you musta missed that chapter
Watch me pull a ray-gun, 'bout to get my bang on
Sacrifice is fake bitch, like Mehrunes Dagon (Dagon)

[Chorus: Bukshot]
Hi ya (hi ya)
Gonna catch that fade
Hi ya (hi ya)
Hi ya (hi ya)
Gonna catch that fade
Hi ya (hi ya)
Hi ya (hi ya)
Timmy gonna give that fade
Hi ya
Show these bitches all the messes I've made
Hi ya
Pull the heater watch these rappers get sprayed
Hi ya (hi ya)
Hi ya
[Verse 3: Bukshot]
Shitty attitude and think you're indestructible
Ate your bitches food like Mr. Huxtable
Inject the venom in the middle of your puddin' pops
Watch this motherfucking pedo die when pulling Glocks
Roll the dice like Yahtzee
As I pull the curtain back, on this closet Natzi, expose 'em
That's what I do
Tell the truth
Suppose then, time to go to war, no truce, cut loose
There's a shot you could get me in the booth
But I swear to catch you at the red light first goof
Now it's time to wallow in the mess that you've made (hi ya)
I swear when we meet you're gonna catch that fade

[Chorus: Bukshot]
Hi ya (hi ya)
Gonna catch that fade
Hi ya (hi ya)
Hi ya (hi ya)
Gonna catch that fade
Hi ya (hi ya)
Hi ya (hi ya)
Timmy gonna give that fade
Hi ya
Show these bitches all the messes I've made
Hi ya
Pull the heater watch these rappers get sprayed
Hi ya (hi ya)
Hi ya