Tonart: B minor
Verse 1
G#m
E
(D J
G#m
E
G#m
E
G#m
E
on the
beat so it's a banger)
Verse 2
G#m
All this clout shit, you chasin' that,
Balenciaga, space cadet
I don't even fuck with niggas,
I'd just rather chase a check
Man, this shit so crazy,
seen my idol with a fake Patek
I just sent my bitch to Bora Bora,
cost me eighty racks
I'm the one, bitch asked me for
a flight but she ain't ate it yet
I'ma hit that road and try to
jam until I make it back
Can't no real nigga lie on they
word and try to take it back
I might mix my Percocet with red,
F#
G#m
I can't find the Act'
Verse 3
G#m
Off a lot of pills, kissin' bitches, ew
E
Designer junkie, yeah, only top Chanel
G#m
Don't get caught with the scale,
bronem died in the field, uh
E
We had to split our meals,
F#
went half for hotels, uh
G#m
Gotta watch your mans,
that's the beauty of the streets
E
Look at me and my bitch,
that shit Beauty and the Beast
G#m
Never call my phone about the
opps 'cause ain't no peace
E
Man this shit for real,
found out my homie, he police
Verse 4
clout shit, you chasin' that,
Balenciaga, space cadet
I don't even fuck with niggas,
I'd just rather chase a check
Man, this shit so crazy,
seen my idol with a fake Patek
I just sent my bitch to Bora Bora,
cost me eighty racks
I'm the one, bitch asked me for
a flight but she ain't ate it yet
I'ma hit that road and try to
jam until I make it back
Can't no real nigga lie on they
word and try to take it back
I might mix my Percocet with red,
I can't find the Act'
Verse 5
G#m
Funeral, suit and tie,
I'll shoot for the guys
E
Takin' shrooms on me now,
car go vroom on them now
G#m
I got groupies on me now,
I got Gucci on me now
E
I put blood in Mashallah,
I got kufis with me now
F#
G#m
Feel like I'm dyin', I'm too high,
Pluto died in the Chi
E
Got me ridin' around, hunnid rounds on him now,
G#m
uh
Hunnid rounds on him now,
Pluto
Verse 6
G#m
All this clout shit, you chasin' that,
Balenciaga, space cadet
I don't even fuck with niggas,
I'd just rather chase a check
Man, this shit so crazy,
seen my idol with a fake Patek
I just sent my bitch to Bora Bora,
cost me eighty racks
I'm the one, bitch asked me for
a flight but she ain't ate it yet
I'ma hit that road and try to
jam until I make it back
Can't no real nigga lie on they
word and try to take it back
I might mix my Percocet with red,
Outro 1
I can't find the Act'
E
G#m
E
G#m
E
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TunerE A D G B E
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