Kunci: G minorā¢
Intro 1
Gm
Cm
Adim
D
Gm
Cm
Adim
D
Gm
Verse 1
villainous
I couldn't afford them kicks
Adim
D
and I cleaned them rigorous
Gm
Cm
Squeeze in junior, I feel like VinĆcius
Young Gs stupid, but,
they ain't idiots
It's scary, trap insidious
Adim
How you expect us to know how
D
Gm
to love? You know?
Verse 2
Gm
I can't teach no one how to hustle,
Cm
Adim
some man just got it
D
F#m
Back then I got chased by feds,
D
Cm
Gm
I ran out of breath and I wanted to vomit
I hit that freak, she put me in cuffs,
Cm
it trigger my trauma, I tell her to stop it
Adim
Cm
Adim
F#dim
D
She wanna know if I'm really ballin',
Gm
that girl there wanna weigh my wallet
Verse 3
Gm
We ain't doin' irrational get backs,
Cm
Am
creep up clean when they least expect it
Cm
F#dim
D
Hygiene's poor, look at the floor,
Gm
there's insects crawlin', I could've got sepsis
Nasty,
Cm
still try fuck on my step- sis (Huh)
Am
Ran through 'nough of these famous girls,
D
but I still got some on my checklist
Gm
Bare gunman on my guestlist
Verse 4
I took bro- bro out of the trenches
Cm
D
Jump out the Volvo, jump
Adim
F#dim
D
He ain't got no preference,
slapped it
Gm
But, when I retrospected, I could've
been calm and collected
D
Cm
Adim
Avoided a problem and fleed the scene
D
Too vocal, don't need no beat
Cm
Gm
I go old- school like Evisu Jeans
D
Who's that with the cargos and
Verse 5
Gm
Corteiz?
Am
The back poke out and the waist petite
D
F#m
D
Got flown out all the way to Greece
Cm
Gm
She got great physique
Verse 6
Gm
2:00 a.m., I'm callin' Clint, like, "Yo,
D
Am
who's that girl in the vest?"
D
I'll send a delivery text, I know that it's wrong,
Broski locked, I'm visitin' him
Cm
Brought eaters to the prison for him
F#dim
and it's bigger than him
Gm
Disrespect, I'm sizzlin' him
Verse 7
Gm
That girl look like SZA to me
Cm
Adim
How you upset that I cut you off when you
Am
F#dim
ba sically handed the scissors to me?
D
Gm
Two- man step, diligently (grrah)
Watch my back vigilantly
Cm
Adim
My young boy do man differently
F#dim
She wanna show them girl she know me
D
Gm
Call my government name
I never tucked my shirt in school,
Cm
Adim
so why would I grow up and tuck my chain?
D
Hide my face like, "Fuck the fame"
Trustin' different,
Verse 8
Cm
I don't trust anyone lately,
Am
this lifestyle sendin' me crazy
D
Who's to say that they'll never betray
Gm
me? Rusty one from the 1980s
But the new plate,
Am
She deserve a standin' ovation the way
D
that she got on her knees and ate me
Cm
Gm
Two hands, Lord Jesus, save me
We all know the industry's fake,
Cm
the streets fake as well
D
Stand up for my rights like Santan Dave
Gm
Them man stand up like Dave Chappelle
Cm
You can lock the lock,
but the trap don't stop
Half of the block get paid in jail
F
Adim
Cm
That was a risky text before
Verse 9
Gm
That was a risky text before,
Cm
if I send that now, there ain't no danger
Am
F#m
D
The way that the light bounce of off
Gm
these GIAs make gyal act stranger
Cm
Got love for all of the young Gs,
Am
bookin' a flight, and I'm headed to Asia
D
Four and a baby goin' away,
Cm
D
times were hard, I slept in a manger
Verse 10
Am
Give her the Trojan Horse, I feel like Troy
D
F#m
D
Had a revolver, decom posin' hid in the woods,
Cm
Eb
I feel like Roy
blood rushed to my genitals
Am
Lucky for me, she could feel my-
D
Is it right? Won't say that it is
Gm
Shame that it is and it is what it is
Verse 11
Gm
Oi, Dave, I don't even wanna release
(why?)
Cm
Adim
Am
I don't wanna be mentioned in the same
F#dim
sentence as none of these creeps
D
Gm
I don't wanna come to your ses sion,
I don't wanna jump on none of your beats
Cm
Adim
We could talk 'bout direct debit,
Am
F#dim
my monthly payment a hundred Gs
D
Taxman on me, I keep receipts
Gm
Cm
My biggest paigons HMRC (huh)
Am
F#dim
D
he got a mad ting under his kameez
Gm
Bad one watchin' her cal ories, long ting,
'cause, I wanna go out to eat
Am
Hella petite like Bella Hadid, so I
handle it delicately
F#m
She kind of surprised I got
D
Am
elegant speech
Verse 12
D
I got a ting from DC, Harley Quinn,
feel like the Joker
E
Back then, I had my nank in Dallas,
Am
Texas hold 'em, me and my poker
Dm
Gm
He got done up in mid- November and
Abm
didn't recover 'til late October
E
You'll need more than sling
Am
on a shoulder
Young black Brit in Italian kit,
D
I feel like Tammy in Roma
I had the Range with the extra seats,
E
D
Am
so I squeeze that bitch in the back of the Rover
Verse 13
Am
Cliffs of Dover, white on sea
Dm
D
Who's that there on the C2C?
Abdim
She want a man with decent P
E
Am
And her ex is a factor, Misha B
D
Let's not talk 'bout makin' a mill'
D
This year, I average one in a month
E
Had a vision of runnin' it up,
Abm
E
and it's workin' well like rum in a punch
Am
F
In DLT I ain't come for a brunch
Gm
Who's that brownin' sat in a passy
G
E
I have plans of a cash and carry,
my legs was dry, my elbows ashy
Verse 14
Ayy, speakin' of ash,
I beg you man, 'low with the smoking, bruv
Please, bro, burnin' tobacco in the
booth you man are killing me
Tryna fuckin' record
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