FYÜTCH - Black Shades Lyrics
Verse 1I’m blazing with my J’s on, I’m Cooley High. My hair tall, eyes low, I’m faded twiceAlways got that green on me Irish pride. I beez about them trees, I’m a nature guyGot that strong, got that bomb, got that napalmGot that loud and the volume aint coming downI’m bumping Space Ghost Purp, burping ghost bustersBlowing blueberry blunts in my BurberryKush is my cologne. Train wreck is my fragrance.Can’t wait til I get home. So I light one in my LexusSmoking on Kiesha. I’m puffing on that Reginald, that regular, that midgradeI’m premium like my gas tankBig bank dank of that stank stank. That skunk funk get you turnt upSide down. Puff puff then pass out.My eyes red, I’m going out but you can’t tell that I’m zoned out.My shades on, I’m showing out. And my hair so tall it stand outChorusF-Y-U-T-C-H the Great. High hair, don’t care. Respect the fadeWhoah, something feel different with my shades onEyes hung low, get my blaze on. Step up put the coupe smelling too strongAin’t no shame in my game with my shades onYup in my black shades. Yup in my black shades. Gucci Louis out or Versace.Pair of Air J’s and my box fade. I can’t see you lames in my black shadesVerse 2Will the real Mr. Flattop hair stand up?You can’t touch my hair unless you grope my nuts.My hair so tall you catch a contact buzz.That ain’t *****y, its just cautious cuz I’m dope like drugsWalk around the club, see nobody. These vintage Versace frames cost a grand, shawty.Forget them papers, I toke rillos getting tapered.Keep that Reggie for the Pacers, I got purp like the Lakers.It’s FYÜTCH DOGG baby. What you know about him?In a black Mercedes riding with your ladyMiss me with them snapbacks, I got a high top where your crown at?I’m regal and illegal with a dime and a dime sackWe at my show, but before we got some time to playShe need to bust it down and twist it in a couple waysBlunt in my left and her butt in my right handHitting it from the back backstage in my black shadesVerse 3Can you smell what the FYÜTCH is cooking? I’m baking cookies with the finest goodiesOf that herb you heard about that gets you trippy and makes you loopy. This aint for the rookies.My fingers so sticky my phone screen aint workingWhen I try to start texting, my hands like adhesiveI’m a ROAR bong ripping, 1-hit and quit it. Plus I sprinkle it with keefage like a cherry on top it
