This single was released on 01 November 2019.
Scale: F Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 85 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] Fm Straight off the rip, you know I don't wait for the drop (Off the rip) Fm I go out to eat with my kids and my mama, you know I ain't datin' no thot (Okay, let's go) Fm Believe what you see, nigga Fm I can't name a rapper that's out here and breathin' that's fuckin' with me, nigga (Uh, uh) Fm I'm takin' they hoes, Forces, Adidas pants and a tee, nigga (What the fuck?) Fm They like how? That don't even match Fm Okay, hold on, take my phone, baby Fm Let's go www.chordzone.org [VERSE] Fm I'm just a lil' nigga from Charlotte, the biggest new artist (The four) Fm They wanna see me up the road, but my lawyer a fool with dismissin' the charges (Hah) Fm You know BDB ENT, we gon' pull up Infinitis, Challengers, Chargers (Okay) Fm And no, we don't gotta get money with you, bitch, we gon' get money regardless (Huh) Fm I'ma let you do all of the talkin' Fm Don't get me started, you know I'ma stop it (Go 'head and talk) Fm And I don't got a cent for a ho Fm She bringin' up money, I'm changin' the topic (Huh, huh) Fm She need to be talkin' 'bout suckin' some dick Fm I nut in her mouth and she gargle (Ew, ew) Fm If she spit out that rich nigga shit without swallowin', Fm Me and her havin' some problems (Bitch) Fm We havin' revolvers strictly for murder and plenty of pistols and choppers (Clack, clack) Fm Ayy, when you gon' stop? Fm Whenever the fat lady sing, I don't listen to opera (Ooh, ooh) Fm You know how I give it up Fm Fuck around, fucked up my hand, beat a nigga up Fm Pull off on a nigga like vroom Fm He don't got a car, he still catchin' the city bus (Hah) Fm His baby mama unemployed Fm So she in the club with her ass and her titties out (Uh, uh, uh, uh) Fm And we done robbed so many plugs Fm You better check and go ask what my city 'bout Fm Had to slide the nigga bitch a dub Fm Wanted to fuck me but I only hit her mouth (No cap) Fm Take the palm of my hand, slap me a nigga Fm Got somethin' to say, make 'em spit it out Fm You knowin' 'bout Baby Fm All the shit that nigga rappin' 'bout, that nigga really 'bout Fm And no, I ain't takin' advice from a nigga Fm I'm cool on that, I got it figured out Fm These niggas be cryin' 'bout petty shit Fm I can't relate because I took a bigger loss Fm And these niggas know I been a boss Fm Ever since Rick Ross was the biggest boss (Yeah, yeah) Fm Got diamonds all over my teeth Fm I been eatin' chicken, I need me some dental floss Fm Hold my watch in the air Fm It's no longer hot, you can go turn the condition off Fm I'm hittin' this ho on the low Fm She fuck with me hard, she say that her nigga soft (Huh) Fm Why you talkin' so low? Fm 'Cause if a nigga find out and he try me, I'm knockin' a nigga off Fm I'm ridin' past 12, flyin' through fast as hell, flickin' a nigga off (Vroom, vroom) Fm I'm revin' the gas, burnin' out on niggas' ass, I'm showin' my engine off (Hah) www.chordzone.org Fm Hahaha Fm And that's just how the fuck I get down, man, you know I just be playin' sometimes Fm Like right now, like, I'm just fuckin' 'round, you know Fm Me and kid, you know, we up in the penthouse, you know, kickin' shit Fm And, uh, I'm still the best rapper [OUTRO] Fm Straight off the rip, you know I don't wait for the drop (Off the rip) Fm I go out to eat with my kids and my mama, you know I ain't datin' no thot (Okay, let's go) Fm Believe what you see, nigga Fm I can't name a rapper that's out here and breathin' that's fuckin' with me, nigga
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