Tonart: Bb major•
Verse 1
Dm
Eb
On codeine we ain't tryin'
Dm
Eb
We ain't playin' all that
Dm
Eb
Amber alert, blrrt, blrrt
Ha, nah, let me stop playin'
You know what I'm sayin'?
Dm
Eb
Verse 2
Eb
Bb
Eb
Stayed down for all of this shit
quit's (Blrrt)
Bb
Eb
Walk down, get to doggin' this shit
D
Blrrt, got shot in his joggers and shit
Told my ex bitch, "Jump off a cliff"
Eb
I want cheddar, look at the flicka da wrist
Eb
in his stick (Blrrt)
D
Court down bad like Money Mitch
Dm
But nah, I ain't sell out no
"Xan, why you keep slidin'?
You better than this"
D
Fuck y'all, I ain't takin' lec
Dm
Eb
tures for shit
Lambo Urus, I speed this bitch
D
My shawty a 10, I'm the dream and shit
Eb
I saw her body drop,
I'm dreamin' shit
D
"Can I take your order?"
On some Kenan shit
Eb
Make him disappear on some Jesus shit
D
Eb
Take me to another place
D
I got a Glock with the fan
Eb
HeyShootBaby off them Xans
ARP, I might crash
D
Eb
Hold up, they said they want
the old Xan?
Pump shotgun that shoot
Shoot at my neighbor, I feel like Seth Rogan
Eb
Let me hit you raw and
put down the Trojan
Bb
Eb
Bitch nigga always tryna fake
45, bet a nigga won't fake
Dm
I got juice in the cup,
Eb
Ebdim
like Jay
Ayy, ayy, ayy, okay
Eb
D
Eb
More Life, he got hit with the Drac'
Shit goin' down, we uppin' the rate
We ain't givin' you eight
They look like soldiers ankle weight
D
Bitch wanna call my phone, you can wait
Eb
I'm a fat nigga with a choppa, I can race
D
Dm
In a church with the stick, oh, happy day
Eb
We rob the plug for the
racks in the safe
Dm
Eb
Watch how I shoot, like JR smith
You ain't gettin' P's back, nah, you hit
D
Dm
Four hundred K on some showoff shit
Eb
Walk in the store with some
O- Dog shit
D
Dm
You niggas be gay, go off, bitch
Eb
My side bitch text me like, "No,
he didn't"
gun range you rented
Eb
Funny how a whole app gon'
Feed a bitch in her mouth
like a baby pigeon
D
you better stay your distance
Keep a hammer on me
Eb
I can build you a kitchen
Bitch don't know my name
Then Google my image
D
How you do it in the street
Eb
But don't do it in prison?
I call up Woog, we gon'
Uber some bitches
D
2012 got jumped in the new Helly Hansen
Eb
Put his ass in a box,
Look like the world of Guinness
Eb
Got both of my bitches
like, "Girl
D
You trippin'" dawg cook up the crack
Dm
Eb
Like swirl and cinnamon
I call up Shoot, you know he spin a Benz
D
Eb
I slide in a coupe, this is an infinite
I'm in Infinity
Backdoor move,
D
we ain't feeling his energy
Eb
Divide the shit I have, call it symmetry
D
That nigga dead, now he in a symmetry
Eb
I meant cemetery call in preliminaries
D
Check my dictionary niggas actin' scary
Eb
I don't fuck with y'all
Verse 3
Matter fact, I don't fuck with none of y'all
HeyShootBaby, y'all
see what's goin' on
I got a Glock in my drawers, hey
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