Can’t Fade Us King Los (Ft. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Intro: King Los]
King
(Mustard on the beat, ho)

[Chorus: King Los & Ty Dolla Sign]
We ain't trippin' cause them lames, can't fade us
Mind your business, get your change, can't fade us
Nah, nah, they can't fade us
You can't fade us

[Verse 1: King Los]
Hold up, um, I whip a two to an eighth
I fuck the one not the two, stick a few in the safe
I'm slippin' through the Wraith
Can't get this shoe in a states
Nigga, you're in the way, your bitch a two in the face
I rock yellow gold, fuck hella hoes
Rock Maison Martin Margiela clothes
I tell a ho like I'm sellin' O's
Look, once I bag it I let it go
I floss up with the top off, I boss up like the top office
This bitch hop off of ya knockoffs
We make movies, no box office
I slide off with a brunette, wake up with a few blondes
My hoes do Louboutins, your hoes do futons
Ride with no roof on
If I hit, my man hit like we buy hoes on Groupons
Let me fuck you to my new song