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

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