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