Tonart: Bb major•
Verse 1
Eb
Dm
Eb
(Grow up, nig
Dm
ga)
Grrah, grrah, ayy
F
Eb
This lil' Drizzy reppin' 'Crete, ayy
Dm
My brother Capo from the way,
Eb
he from the street, ayy
Dm
Wanna fuck with me? Well, baby,
F
Eb
I'm discreet, ayy
Dm
Ayy,thinkin' 'bout this
Verse 2
pill I took,
Dm
Shawty rinsin' Dillon Brooks,
F
Eb
can't believe this nigga talkin', damn
Dm
My bank account is magnolia,
Dm
Weirdos in my comments talkin'
F
Eb
'bout some Millie Bobby, look
Dm
Bring them jokes up to the gang,
we get to really flockin'
Eb
Dm
Or send a finger to your mama
Eb
Dm
Open up that shit, it's jaw droppin',
Eb
really shockin', ayy
Dm
I ain't pretty flacko, bitch,
F
Eb
this shit get really rocky, ayy, what?
Eb
Dirty how I did him in the Wraith, what? Say
Dm
F
She actin' Hollywood,
Eb
this ain't L.A., no way
Dm
Eb
She a pretty little lie like she Shay,
but that's bae
Dm
F
Long as she don't lie to me,
Verse 3
late night
Dm
F
Eb
Just another late night with my bitch,
Eb
And I hate to even call her ass my bitch,
Dm
ayy (yeah, my bitch)
F
Eb
'Cause I love that ho, don't even make no sense,
Dm
right, yeah (pssh, pssh)
Eb
Just another late night with my dawg
(pssh, with my dawg)
Dm
F
Just another late night with my
Eb
Dm
bitch (pssh, with my bitch)
And we ridin' 'round tryna make
Dm
F
Of whatever comes first,
Eb
Dm
it comes next (yeah, blatt)
Verse 4
Eb
Dm
Hm, hm (grrah,
pssh), hm (yeah, pssh), hm (yeah, pssh)
Eb
Hm, hm (pssh), hm (Concrete), hm
Dm
Eb
Huh, yeah (pssh), yeah, yeah,
huh (pssh)
Dm
Eb
It's Lil Boat, I'm practically
Verse 5
Cm
Dm
Eb
now from the
6ix (pssh, I'm from the 6ix, pssh)
Dm
My doggy Luxxy ignorant,
Eb
he from the bricks (from the bricks)
Dm
F
Thinkin' 'bout this styro
Dm
Let her fuck on one my opps, let's
Eb
see who really poppin'
Dm
Demolition gang, pop out, yeah,
F
Eb
we get it knockin'
Dm
Boost a white bitch up and now she
Eb
think she really poppin'
Dm
Fuck my bitch new body, sadly,
F
Eb
I got demoitis
Dm
My bitch know it's us without
Eb
openin' either of her eye lids (us)
Dm
It be so pure I don't even fuck,
F
ain't tryna raise her mileage
Eb
Dm
You take G6s knowin' you'll
Eb
never take one with pilot ('kay)
Dm
I let her go, she fine as hell but baby
F
Eb
wasn't stylish (yeah)
Dm
She had big tits like Bil lie Eilish but she
Eb
couldn't sing (drip)
Dm
We catch the opps, don't want no apologies,
F
Eb
just kiss the ring (mwah)
Dm
(Brrt) yeah, ring, (brrt, damn), yeah,
Eb
Dm
ring
F
Eb
(Brrt) mwah, ring, (brrt), yeah, ring
Dm
I'll support the opps before I support
Eb
sippin' green ('kay)
Dm
We up in Turks with twenty bitches,
F
Eb
just me and my team (us)
Verse 6
late night
Eb
Dm
with my bitch, ayy
F
Eb
Just another late night with my bitch,
Eb
And I hate to even call her ass my bitch,
Dm
ayy (yeah, my bitch)
F
Eb
'Cause I love that ho, don't even make no sense,
Dm
right, yeah (pssh, pssh)
Just another late night with my
Eb
dawg (pssh, with my dawg)
Dm
F
Eb
Just another late night with my bitch
Dm
(pssh, with my bitch)
And we ridin' 'round tryna make
Dm
F
Of whatever comes first,
Eb
Dm
it comes next (yeah, blatt)
Outro 1
Eb
Dm
F
Eb
Dm
Eb
Dm
F
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