Tom: E minor•
Intro 1
Em
Bm
Em
Bm
Verse 1
London On Da Track
Verse 2
mad, nigga, your adrenaline rushin'
It feel like a bus,
but I'm whippin' the Wraith
Bm
Got my head to the ceiling
Want me in my feelings,
Em
only got me feelin' a way
I ain't sayin' I'm addicted
Adderall prescripted, fuck it 'cause
I don't feel the pain
Bm
Let a nigga touch my chain, fuck it
B
Nigga, kill him, fuck it,
they can take me away
Verse 3
Em
I got my dawgs in this bitch,
I know they gon' shoot shit up
Bm
D
And my lil' brother turned
to a drummer
now he got the llama
Em
I took that Maybach where the J's at
Tell my brothers ball a
hundred summers
Bm
D
All my niggas know run
Em
Fuck it, run up them numbers (Yeah)
Verse 4
Run up them numbers
OKC, you don't want no thunder
Bm
The old Tracy McGrady, the one
OKC, you don't want no thunder,
Em
yeah
Christian the sweater
Okay, Christian Dior the sweater
Bm
The double R came with the umbrella
B
When I put the hoodie on, it get realer, yeah
Verse 5
Em
Put a hundred thousand
in my Prada jeans
Got some little homies,
got some prodigies
Bm
And I spent five hun dred on Prada tees
Made it out the projects,
poppin' overseas
toppy on the seat
I make some calls,
you can't cop the fleet
D
Bm
Gotta be an antisocial gangster
B
Em
'cause the feds watchin' my tweets
Verse 6
You mad, nigga, your adrenaline rushin'
It feel like a bus,
but I'm whippin' the Wraith
Bm
Got my head to the ceiling
Want me in my feelings,
only got me feelin' a way
Em
I ain't sayin' I'm addicted
Adderall prescripted, fuck it
'cause I don't feel the pain
Bm
Let a nigga touch my chain, fuck it
D
Nigga, kill him, fuck it, they can take me away
Verse 7
Em
I got my dawgs in this bitch,
I know they gon' shoot shit up
Bm
And my lil' brother turned
to a drummer
D
Bm
Walked him outside,
now he got the llama
Verse 8
Maybach where the J's at
Tell my brothers ball a
hundred summers
Bm
All my niggas know run up them numbers
Fuck it, run up them numbers
Em
Fuck it, I ran up the numbers
Piped up like a plumber
And sold all the bundles
(Sold all the bundles)
Bm
I paid off the debt to your honor
D
Bm
And went got some commas and
Em
commas and commas (Racks)
You let it get to your head, yeah
I remember when you was
Bm
a runner (You was a runner)
I heard you got snatched by the feds, yeah
D
Bm
Say you willin' to tell
'em whatever (Yeah)
Verse 9
Em
I still be killin' in projects
Even though I been runnin'
them numbers up
Bm
They used to tell me I'm not next
I'm like look at me now,
I'm in front of them
Em
And I just hope you never set me
up, my lifestyle too irregular
D
Bm
And I don't know how I'ma trust again,
D
Audemars might fuck up your eyes, yeah
Verse 10
Em
I bust down a piece of the pie, yeah
I wanna speed off in the car,
Bm
D
yeah (Speed off in a car, yeah)
I got a cup full of Hi- Tech
Bm
Have a pool party with the posse
D
Em
(Pool party with the posse)
We be the talk of the topic
These fuck niggas don't where
the drop at (Uh)
Bm
They won't want us ridin'
in the drophead
And he mad that my bitch
Verse 11
You mad, nigga, your adrenaline rushin'
It feel like a bus,
but I'm whippin' the Wraith
Bm
Got my head to the ceiling
Want me in my feelings,
only got me feelin' a way
Em
I ain't sayin' I'm addicted
Adderall prescripted, fuck it
'cause I don't feel the pain
Bm
Let a nigga touch my chain, fuck it
Nigga, kill him, fuck it,
Verse 12
Em
I got my dawgs in this bitch,
I know they gon' shoot shit up
D
And my lil' brother turned
to a drummer
now he got the llama
Em
I took the Maybach where the J's at
Tell my brothers ball a
hundred summers
Bm
D
Bm
All my niggas know run up them numbers
B
Fuck it, run up them numbers
Em
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Bm
Em
Bm
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