Tonart: F# minor•
Interlude 1
Gunna, ooh, ooh, yeah
Bm
F#m
Bm
Verse 2
Bm
If you outta sight, you outta mind
You gotta stack, you gotta grind
I'm statin' facts,
these niggas lyin'
You can't relax or keep wastin' time
I want them racks I gotta get mine
Stackin' it up, I work with a stride
I went from a deuce,
drop down to a nine
F#m
Bm
I sleep with the stars, I know I'ma shine
Same price as the rent,
that's the cost for the kicks
I'm stackin' up racks, just to make a hitlist
My nigga El Chapo, he'll chop off ya wrist
Pull up with them choppas, I
know I won't miss
Some niggas get locked
up, and turned to a snitch
But I kept it solid and hard as a brick
Winked at ya bitch, she want
give me a kiss (mwah)
Walked in that bitch,
I was drippin' like piss
Verse 3
and took my wrist out of the pot
Pop a bottle of Aces,
and pour that shit out
Put some diamonds and chandeliers
all in the spot
How many racks does this
young nigga got?
I flew to Dubai, I didn't
go to DeVry
Hunnid racks to put a jet in the sky
Timeless music, this the best you can buy
I drip on bitches, niggas think they still fly
I think I'm the flyest, I
ain't got no stylist
I'm geeked up off Molly,
I'm fuckin' on Cyrus
I flew with the choppa, I might
catch a body
'Cause I see these fake niggas
through the Cavalli's
Thank God for my level,
say we reunited
These niggas quote quotes,
and they bitches like it
I didn't turn a ho, when I got indicted
F#m
Bm
If I catch a case, then I gotta fight it
My nigga called shawty, he
ride with the shotty
We pull up in Rari's, these
niggas don't like us
Smoke weed and sip lean
and get money my vices
My friend name is poison,
and I know they shiesty
I pray to the Lord and you
know that I'm righteous
I need a reward,
'cause they say I'm the nicest
Got too many bros that gon'
roll out the dices
I stay out the way 'cause
Verse 4
niggas like mices
Bm
If you outta sight, you outta mind
You gotta stack, you gotta grind
I'm statin' facts,
these niggas lyin'
You can't relax or keep wastin' time
I want them racks I gotta get mine
Stackin' it up, I work with a stride
I went from a deuce,
drop down to a nine
F#m
I sleep with the stars, I know I'ma shine
Bm
Same price as the rent,
that's the cost for the kicks
I'm stackin' up racks, just to make a hitlist
My nigga El Chapo, he'll chop off ya wrist
Pull up with them choppas, I
know I won't miss
Some niggas get locked
up, and turned to a snitch
But I kept it solid and hard as a brick
Winked at ya bitch, she
want give me a kiss
Walked in that bitch,
I was drippin' like piss
Verse 5
Bm
Put the dick in her mouth,
and its fuck what ya say
Fuck the law, throw the police away
I blew a fifty, 'cause I had a long day
When it come to money,
I done came a long way
I fucked the bitch,
but I can't go on a date
She sucked me loose,
I put some nut on her face
Let her see the lot,
she gotta fuck at my place
I'm steady bossin', bitch,
I'm havin' my way
Niggas in the trap, but can't get away
But I've been around the world,
it feel like I'm tourin'
I'm livin' life,
I swear I know your life borin'
Mama said don't stop,
I gotta keep goin'
The house is big,
the bedroom got an alarm
The necklace cost so much
it came with a charm
The diamonds drippin',
like the rain when it storm
These niggas say that they lookin',
I'm finna show 'em
So many acres it look like a farm
Twenty- three million like
I'm Michael Jordan
Two or three bitches,
they wanna come join
Fuck all these bitches, I feel like a don
I looked in the mirror,
I know I'm the one
You ain't gon' shoot,
but you carry a gun
Niggas act tough, don't
want won't bury your son
Had to stay down, stack
them racks to the month
Verse 6
Bm
If you outta sight, you outta mind
You gotta stack, you gotta grind
I'm statin' facts,
these niggas lyin'
You can't relax or keep wastin' time
I want them racks I gotta get mine
Stackin' it up, I work with a stride
I went from a deuce,
drop down to a nine
F#m
I sleep with the stars, I know I'ma shine
Bm
Same price as the rent,
that's the cost for the kicks
I'm stackin' up racks,
just to make a hitlist
My nigga El Chapo, he'll chop off ya wrist
Pull up with them choppas, I
know I won't miss
Some niggas get locked
up, and turned to a snitch
But I kept it solid and hard as a brick
Winked at ya bitch, she
want give me a kiss
Walked in that bitch,
Verse 7
I was drippin' like piss
Bm
Drip
Outro 1
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bm
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