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

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