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Verse 1
Cm
Cm
(Tay Keith, what the fuck up,
nigga?)
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
Tay Keith
Verse 2
Cm
Cm
I don't give a fuck, I'm up
I crashed my Lambo truck four
Ab
Ab
Cm
Cm
times (skrrt)
Shout out Lil Durk
My hitters got sticks like
RondoNumbaNine (they do)
I done got rich,
my Rollie don't tick- tock
Ab
Ab
But it still tell the time (time,
Cm
Cm
oh)
Fuckin' your bitch in Louis V flip flops
Ab
Ab
Tryna blow out her spine
Cm
Cm
(whoa)
Fm
Fm
Fuckgirls stallin'
You ain't gettin' in,
Cm
Cm
don't waste my time (yeah, oh)
Tryna slow down
Ab
Ab
Tryna chill but nothin' but work
Cm
Cm
on my mind (yeah, oh)
Gm
Gm
Baby I'm ballin'
Cm
Cm
Ab
Ab
Pop another X and go over
Cm
Cm
time (whoa)
She won't stop callin'
Gotta block her number, get off my line
Verse 3
Cm
Cm
Yeah, I eat good, I'm stackin' up
calories
Ab
Ab
Poppin' these pills, I burn 'em off
Cm
Cm
Got a new coupe,
seats peanut butter tan
I'm drivin' 'round the city
with the top off (skrrt)
Started out broke as a joke with a plan
Ab
Ab
I turned into the top dog
Cm
Cm
Came from the streets,
got a lot of respect
It don't cost to get 'em
knocked off
Verse 4
Cm
Cm
Brrt, brrt, brrt, yeah
Bullets, they bite they hurt, yeah (bite)
Treat my bitch the worst, yeah
Tryna' put a stick in her purse,
Ab
Ab
Cm
Cm
yeah (whoa)
Ab
Ab
You could take me out the streets
Cm
Cm
But the streets will never
Ab
Ab
be outta me
Cm
Cm
I don't gotta prove myself for shit
Ab
Ab
If you run up on me, you gon' see
Cm
Cm
(right now)
Chirp, chirp, chirp, yeah
I get birds for sure, yeah
Lurk, lurk, lurk, yeah
One call, killers gon' lurk,
yeah (lurkin')
Lately, it feel like everybody tryna
Ab
Ab
get reactions out of me
Cm
Cm
Gotta play it cool on the internet
Ab
Ab
But I'm a savage in reality
Cm
Cm
Two hundred plus on the digital
Verse 5
Cm
Cm
dash
200k, that's in physical cash
Stop all the hate with your miserable ass
Got me your shorty,
your physical bad (yeah)
Run it up, you could put it on my tab
Ab
Ab
Shit that I got, I thought I'd never have
Cm
Cm
Fresh off the lot,
I got on paper tags
Smokin' exotic, you can't get a drag
Long laces and my shorts Rick Owen
Turn off the lights and my
Ab
Ab
Cm
Cm
neck still glowin'
Gm
Gm
Cm
Cm
I'm the type pull up with
vibes and they blowin'
Where I'm from,
people get shot when it's snowin'
Gm
Gm
Cm
Cm
My brother can't read but
he still got a sentence
Had to fall back,
Ab
Ab
now I'm back with a vengeance
Cm
Cm
I get 'em short and I
stack up my tennis
Gm
Gm
Empty my bank account,
Cm
Cm
then I replenish
Verse 6
Cm
Cm
Yeah, I eat good, I'm stackin' up
calories
Ab
Ab
Poppin' these pills, I burn 'em off
Cm
Cm
Got a new coupe,
seats peanut butter tan
I'm drivin' 'round the city
with the top off (skrrt)
Started out broke as a joke with a plan
Ab
Ab
I turned into the top dog
Cm
Cm
Came from the streets,
got a lot of respect
It don't cost to get 'em
knocked off
Verse 7
Cm
Cm
Brrt, brrt, brrt, yeah
Bullets, they bite they hurt, yeah (bite)
Treat my bitch the worst, yeah
Tryna' put a stick in her purse,
Ab
Ab
Cm
Cm
yeah (whoa)
Ab
Ab
You could take me out the streets
Cm
Cm
But the streets will never
Ab
Ab
be outta me
Cm
Cm
I don't gotta prove myself for shit
Ab
Ab
If you run up on me, you gon' see
Cm
Cm
(right now)
Chirp, chirp, chirp, yeah
I get birds for sure, yeah
Lurk, lurk, lurk, yeah
One call, killers gon' lurk,
Ab
Ab
Cm
Cm
yeah (lurkin')
Lately, it feel like everybody tryna
Ab
Ab
get reactions out of me
Cm
Cm
Gotta play it cool on the internet
Ab
Ab
But I'm a savage in reality

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