Tonart: G# minor•
Verse 1
G#m
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Ayy, yeah
D#
Tay Keith, this too hard
G#m
Ring, ring, ring, we drip too hard,
ayy
(Run that back, Turbo)
G#m
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
D#
I'm mixin' the dirty
G#m
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
D#
I want a wit ness to see that shit
G#m
(Man, these folks, these folks gotta goddamn hear this
Verse 3
G#m
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'
D#
They wanted to stop it,
G#m
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
D#
Now I see a mil lion,
G#m
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
D#
G#m
Virgil just sen t 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
D#
You niggas fell off and you'll never recov
G#m
er
Verse 5
Poured up some Hi- Tech and wait 'til it bubble
G#m
Young Gunna Gunna, I
make this shit double
C#m
G#m
Hit Eliantte and left with
a puddle
It's me, Drake,
D#
G#m
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
C#m
Painted all black , the in
D#
I drip like a leak and that's
G#m
word to my mother
Verse 6
Yeah, came out the street, gotta sleep with a cutter
G#m
Found me a bitch who gon'
eat, it's a supper
D#
My dick in her mouth like she
G#m
teethin' or somethin'
Sound like it could be Drip Season
this summer
Ain't no compar
C#m
G#m
in' 'cause we number one
C#m
In black and white Chanel,
G#m
I look like a nun
D#
The police in shock, don't know
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
D#
I know you a upset they don't
C#m
G#m
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
D#
You want it, my dawgs'll look
Verse 8
And I'm gettin' by, let 'em choose sides
C#m
G#m
We get M's in by the shoe size
C#m
I don't fuck with y'all type of kind
D#
G#m
I done seen all y'all dick ride
Bread winner like I'm Kevin
Gates
C#m
And I swear to God, I don't
From the trenches, now I'm goin'
C#m
Spend a whole hundred on
G#m
Don't gotta drip, I
Verse 9
G#m
can leave it to Gunna
C#m
Runnin' this shit, only
G#m
been out two sum mers
That 4X4 truck, I post 300
D#
Boy, at whoever, they
G#m
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
D#
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
D#
G#m
been on her bump er
Lately, I been the topic
of discussion
D#
Draco was for eign, they
G#m
shoot it from Rus sia
Bad vibes at my show like I'm Usher
D#
If she tell me "No" once,
G#m
I won't even touch it
All I do is get her out here, abortion
D#
Act like I've been rich,
G#m
I used to have noth in'
Verse 11
G#m
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
D#
Seem like everything I get on
a number one
G#m
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
D#
Tryna put the police on us, get
Verse 12
G#m
And I'm gettin' by,
let 'em choose sides
C#m
G#m
We get M's in by the shoe size
C#m
I don't fuck with y'all type of kind
D#
G#m
I done seen all y'all dick ride
Bread winner like I'm Kevin Gates
C#m
And I swear to God, I don't get tired
G#m
From the trenches, now I'm goin'
C#m
Spend a whole hundred
G#m
Verse 13
(Tay Keith, fuck
these niggas up)
Tay Keith, this too hard
D#
G#m
Ring, ring, ring, we drip too hard,
ayy
D#
(Run that back, Turbo)
You seen the overseas drip?
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