Tonalidad: G# minor
Verse 1
Em
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Ayy, yeah
B
Tay Keith, this too hard
Em
Ring, ring, ring, we drip too hard,
ayy
(Run that back, Turbo)
B
Yeah, ayy, look
Em
Verse 2
I bring up money,
they change up the topic
I got a 19 and it fold in my pocket
She gave me her number, now
I gotta block it
B
I'm mixin' the dirty
Em
bills in with the profit
Clean that shit up and I give it
right back to him
If I don't fuck with him, then I can't
rap with him
I wanna be there when somebody
catches him
B
I want a witness to see that shit
Em
(Man, these folks, these folks gotta goddamn hear this
Verse 3
Em
shit, no cap)
I bring up hits and
they change up the topic
I got a 19 and it fold in my pocket
One hell of a year and a nigga still
droppin'
B
They wanted to stop it,
Em
but they couldn't stop it
You told a story like shorty was
feelin' you
She told a story like she split
the bill with you
Look at my story,
man, no one could write it
B
Now I see a million,
Em
I don't get excited
Verse 4
I might just YSL my shit,
the Thugger way
Ain't no real sense in
me goin' the other way
Cannot be seen in that shit from
the other day
B
Em
Virgil just sent me a whole different
colorway
Please don't be stupid,
it's Baby and Gunna
And Baby, he wanted her, so I just
swung her
Next time I'm in Dallas,
I'll look for another
B
You niggas fell off and you'll never recov
Em
er
Verse 5
Poured up some Hi- Tech and wait 'til it bubble
Em
Young Gunna Gunna, I
make this shit double
Am
Em
Hit Eliantte and left with
a puddle
It's me, Drake,
B
Em
and Baby, you know you in trouble
Run up my check, my bitch
sprinted the shuttle
Sign plus an M, bought
a Benz for my brother
Am
Painted all black, the in
Em
terior butter
B
I drip like a leak and that's
Em
word to my mother
Verse 6
Yeah, came out the street, gotta sleep with a cutter
Em
Found me a bitch who gon'
eat, it's a supper
B
My dick in her mouth like she
Em
teethin' or somethin'
Sound like it could be Drip Season
this summer
Ain't no compar
Am
Em
in' 'cause we number one
Am
In black and white Chanel,
Em
I look like a nun
B
The police in shock, don't know
Em
who got a gun
Verse 7
Don't got what I got 'cause
I shop in Milan
It's winter, I still took the top off the don
The kid was surprised that my
trunk in the front
B
I know you a upset they don't
Em
shine in the sun
Am
Em
Cuban link look like a box of crayons
I'm still at the lot, tryna
cop the Cayenne
I told the judge, "Fuck it", I'm
goin' on the run
B
You want it, my dawgs'll look
Em
out for the bond
Verse 8
And I'm gettin' by, let 'em choose sides
Am
Em
We get M's in by the shoe size
Am
I don't fuck with y'all type of kind
B
Em
I done seen all y'all dick ride
Bread winner like I'm Kevin
Gates
Am
And I swear to God, I don't
From the trenches, now I'm goin'
Am
Spend a whole hundred on
B
a new wristwatch
Em
Don't gotta drip, I
Verse 9
Em
can leave it to Gunna
Am
Runnin' this shit, only
Em
been out two sum mers
That 4X4 truck, I post 300
B
Boy, at whoever, they
Em
know how I'm com in'
Ain't got no feelings,
I'm here for the money
Treat every club like
a Magic on Monday
Niggas ain't rich for real,
they gettin' fronted
B
Gave her a dime, told her fix up
Verse 10
By the time she get back, I'ma
switch up my number
Cap to her friend like I
B
Em
been on her bumper
Lately, I been the topic
of discussion
B
Draco was foreign, they
Em
shoot it from Rus sia
Bad vibes at my show like I'm Usher
B
If she tell me "No" once,
Em
I won't even touch it
All I do is get her out here, abortion
B
Act like I've been rich,
Em
I used to have nothin'
Verse 11
Em
Drizzy hit me up like he got another one
Money ain't even came
in from the other one
Fuck it,
I'm hot, so I might as well double up
B
Seem like everything I get on
a number one
Em
They tryna team up to beat me, they
huddlin' up
Ever catch me out in traffic,
I'm cuttin' up
Every city we go to, it be lit as fuck
B
Tryna put the police on us, get
Verse 12
Em
And I'm gettin' by,
let 'em choose sides
Am
Em
We get M's in by the shoe size
Am
I don't fuck with y'all type of kind
B
Em
I done seen all y'all dick ride
Bread winner like I'm Kevin Gates
Am
And I swear to God, I don't get tired
Em
From the trenches, now I'm goin'
Am
Spend a whole hundred
B
on a new wristwatch
Em
Verse 13
(Tay Keith, fuck
these niggas up)
Tay Keith, this too hard
B
Em
Ring, ring, ring, we drip too hard,
ayy
B
(Run that back, Turbo)
You seen the overseas drip?
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