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Key: C# Minor INTRO: C#m A Kutta, cut that shit up, man VERSE: C#m Switch the weather when I want, we at the other, other spot C#m A Me and bro ain't swappin' out our jewels, this another watch A I get all types of bags in, I'm a different hot A C#m Shrooms, sex on the private jet, this a different high C#m I'm with the clappers C#m Brodie changed his life but he an ex kidnapper C#m A Ain't tryna go there with you, weird ass actors A And rappers or whatever you call yourself A C#m I got five cellphones, tell them niggas to call my bluff
C#m That lit shit I don't post, I can't show thеm folks all of this stuff C#m Tighten up the business, I donе killed and been ballin' it up A Older niggas postin' motivation, they holdin' they nuts A Keep the windows clear, so them pussy niggas can see the guts C#m Cutlass, she thinkin' I'm stubborn C#m But, baby, I'm the catch, I catch up with you when I can A Need a camera crew, everything we do it should be on film A We came through a hundred deep, I seen you with your boyfriend C#m Horse playin', I was in a 'Rari, I was with a barbie, I had on Marni C#m I call her Lori, my new new, yeah yeah, my boo A Shit I rap 'bout be all facts, I'm livin' out my truth A He think he this 'cause he bought that, bruh, I copped bruh one too C#m We havin' motions for real, plural, everybody gettin' money C#m I took off on niggas, real bad, everybody act funny A Life a hard pill to swallow, nigga, everybody got a stomach A I tried to show niggas the right way, so everybody leave the wrong way VERSE: C#m I tried to lead by example, helped everybody get money C#m I quit lean and stopped gamblin', I'm an ex codeine junkie (Lean) A Stayed in motels with my family and did pushups with my bunky A Used to work up off my brother 'nem, but I ain't never been no flunky (No) C#m Some nigga tried me but couldn't call me, just a young nigga, they jumped me C#m One nigga still think he got one up on me, but his day still comin' (Wow) A I don't make threats, no, I promise, I just drop bands like commas A Don't even ask me 'bout dead folks, 'cause I ain't got no comment (Yeah) C#m I want my M's up to one, two, three, four, five one hundred (Go) C#m I ain't arguin' on no internet, I'm not Wack100 (No) A Miami with no shirt just to show off the tats on my stomach (Man) A Niggas old and broke, and out of shape, it sick, make me vomit C#m It's been eighteen year later and my stock still ain't plummet C#m Had to bet on myself, and made somethin' from nothin' (Yeah) A Niggas sayin' they did this and that, for me y'all ain't do nothin' A Nigga gon' throw they hand in and stop all that bluffin' (It's Gucci)
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Chords: C#, C#m, A