[Intro]
F#m D F#m D
Meek Milly, Jeffery, woah
[Hook: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
F#m
Fuck is you talkin’ ‘bout? Bitch, you offendin’ me
A
I just might go ‘head
And let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
F#m
I just might go ‘head
E
And mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
F#m A
Goddamn, I had four hoes at one time, they was drilling me
F#m D
I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
F#m Bm
Fuck ‘round and lift up they soul like Lil Chino be wheelin’
F#m
I usually don’t beg but I don’t want the ceiling please
Bm
Oxycontin fucking up kidneys
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
F#m
Molly, my cup look like bath salt
D
And I’m too high horsed for asphalt
F#m
Therefore I’m in clouds from day to dark
They say that I changed, it’s the cash fault
F#m
Pay everybody like a cash cow
Bm
I switch through the lanes like a NASCAR
D
The Rollie stainless, stainless
We young and rich and we dangerous
F#m
I’m at Piccadilly’s with your missus, nigga
And the weed stinking like a chitlin, nigga
Bm
The money long like a Philly, nigga
Bm
Make me catch you slipping then it’s Christmas, nigga
F#m
The bulletproof can take a missile, nigga
I got Benji on me and he crippin’ nigga
Bm
I done wrapped the benji in the city, ho
I done wrapped the Bentley in the bity, nigga
F#m
Put a swimming pool in the living room
Bm
How I’m living, nigga, I ain’t swimming, nigga
F#m
Only thing that me and Michael Phelps
Bm
Got in common is that we winning nigga
F#m
Rock star lifestyle
F#m
Your hoe’s going wild
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
F#m
Saint Laurent shorty and totting that .40
D
We move through the city like BMF
A
Rocks on the chain like the rocks that I slang
D
Only difference them bitches, they VVS
F#m
I know these bitches gon’ change
Bm
And fuck on whoever, whenever they see a check
D
If you do not fuck with the gang
F#m
Don’t act like you do, when you see us just keep it that
F#m
Swing through your block, bring that sweeper back
F#m
Land on your spot where your peoples at
F#m
Smoke you where ever we see you at
Bm
You don’t want no problem so keep at that
F#m
‘Fore you get your man murdered
F#m
Hitters in the van lurking
F#m
I put bread on the beef (what you do)
F#m
Turn it to a hamburger
F#m
Put that paper on the scale, nigga
F#m
Little homies talking big money
Bm
When the wars on you’ll tell, nigga
F#m
Put a bag on your main hitta
F#m
When them things hit ‘em, that’s an L nigga
F#m
So you should be home before mama got dinner for sale, nigga
F#m
And that’s all I’ma tell niggas, and that’s it
[Hook: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
F#m
Fuck is you talkin’ ‘bout? Bitch, you offendin’ me
A
I just might go ‘head
And let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
F#m
I just might go ‘head
E
And mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
F#m A
Goddamn, I had four hoes at one time, they was drilling me
F#m D
I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
F#m Bm
Fuck ‘round and lift up they soul like Lil Chino be wheelin’
F#m
I usually don’t beg but I don’t want the ceiling please
Bm
Oxycontin fucking up kidneys
[Verse 3: 21 Savage]
F#m
Everywhere I go, I keep a chopper with me, whoa
Bm
I ain’t with that diss song shit, I been a shotta nigga, whoa
F#m
Hundred shooters with me, whoa, VVSs on me, whoa
Bm
VVSs on me, bling, badaboom, badabing (21)
F#m
Mob shit, send the hit, shoot up your car shit
F#m
Put them blue tips in that cartridge (21)
Bm
We put them drums in them carbines (21)
F#m
We pull up on rappers and spark ‘em (21)
F#m
I might take your chain if it sparkle (Facts)
F#m
Street nigga really came from nothing (What?)
F#m
Strip a nigga like Caine cousin (21)
F#m
Kill a nigga then you saying something (What?)
You was talking, nigga, I was hustling (What?)
F#m
We was shooting, nigga, you was ducking (Whoa)
Bm
You was texting, nigga, I was fucking (21)
F#m
I was betting nigga, you was bluffing (21)
F#m
Hide and seek, nigga, I was hunching (Facts)
F#m
Car foreign and my gun Russian
Bm
Sneak dissing get a concussion (21, 21)
[Hook: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
F#m
Fuck is you talkin’ ‘bout? Bitch, you offendin’ me
A
I just might go ‘head
And let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
F#m
I just might go ‘head
E
And mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
F#m A
Goddamn, I had four hoes at one time, they was drilling me
F#m D
I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
F#m Bm
Fuck ‘round and lift up they soul like Lil Chino be wheelin’
F#m
I usually don’t beg but I don’t want the ceiling please
Bm
Oxycontin fucking up kidneys
[Intro]
F#m D F#m D
Meek Milly, Jeffery, woah
[Hook: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
F#m
Fuck is you talkin’ ‘bout? Bitch, you offendin’ me
A
I just might go ‘head
And let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
F#m
I just might go ‘head
E
And mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
F#m A
Goddamn, I had four hoes at one time, they was drilling me
F#m D
I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
F#m Bm
Fuck ‘round and lift up they soul like Lil Chino be wheelin’
F#m
I usually don’t beg but I don’t want the ceiling please
Bm
Oxycontin fucking up kidneys
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
F#m
Molly, my cup look like bath salt
D
And I’m too high horsed for asphalt
F#m
Therefore I’m in clouds from day to dark
They say that I changed, it’s the cash fault
F#m
Pay everybody like a cash cow
Bm
I switch through the lanes like a NASCAR
D
The Rollie stainless, stainless
We young and rich and we dangerous
F#m
I’m at Piccadilly’s with your missus, nigga
And the weed stinking like a chitlin, nigga
Bm
The money long like a Philly, nigga
Bm
Make me catch you slipping then it’s Christmas, nigga
F#m
The bulletproof can take a missile, nigga
I got Benji on me and he crippin’ nigga
Bm
I done wrapped the benji in the city, ho
I done wrapped the Bentley in the bity, nigga
F#m
Put a swimming pool in the living room
Bm
How I’m living, nigga, I ain’t swimming, nigga
F#m
Only thing that me and Michael Phelps
Bm
Got in common is that we winning nigga
F#m
Rock star lifestyle
F#m
Your hoe’s going wild
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
F#m
Saint Laurent shorty and totting that .40
D
We move through the city like BMF
A
Rocks on the chain like the rocks that I slang
D
Only difference them bitches, they VVS
F#m
I know these bitches gon’ change
Bm
And fuck on whoever, whenever they see a check
D
If you do not fuck with the gang
F#m
Don’t act like you do, when you see us just keep it that
F#m
Swing through your block, bring that sweeper back
F#m
Land on your spot where your peoples at
F#m
Smoke you where ever we see you at
Bm
You don’t want no problem so keep at that
F#m
‘Fore you get your man murdered
F#m
Hitters in the van lurking
F#m
I put bread on the beef (what you do)
F#m
Turn it to a hamburger
F#m
Put that paper on the scale, nigga
F#m
Little homies talking big money
Bm
When the wars on you’ll tell, nigga
F#m
Put a bag on your main hitta
F#m
When them things hit ‘em, that’s an L nigga
F#m
So you should be home before mama got dinner for sale, nigga
F#m
And that’s all I’ma tell niggas, and that’s it
[Hook: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
F#m
Fuck is you talkin’ ‘bout? Bitch, you offendin’ me
A
I just might go ‘head
And let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
F#m
I just might go ‘head
E
And mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
F#m A
Goddamn, I had four hoes at one time, they was drilling me
F#m D
I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
F#m Bm
Fuck ‘round and lift up they soul like Lil Chino be wheelin’
F#m
I usually don’t beg but I don’t want the ceiling please
Bm
Oxycontin fucking up kidneys
[Verse 3: 21 Savage]
F#m
Everywhere I go, I keep a chopper with me, whoa
Bm
I ain’t with that diss song shit, I been a shotta nigga, whoa
F#m
Hundred shooters with me, whoa, VVSs on me, whoa
Bm
VVSs on me, bling, badaboom, badabing (21)
F#m
Mob shit, send the hit, shoot up your car shit
F#m
Put them blue tips in that cartridge (21)
Bm
We put them drums in them carbines (21)
F#m
We pull up on rappers and spark ‘em (21)
F#m
I might take your chain if it sparkle (Facts)
F#m
Street nigga really came from nothing (What?)
F#m
Strip a nigga like Caine cousin (21)
F#m
Kill a nigga then you saying something (What?)
You was talking, nigga, I was hustling (What?)
F#m
We was shooting, nigga, you was ducking (Whoa)
Bm
You was texting, nigga, I was fucking (21)
F#m
I was betting nigga, you was bluffing (21)
F#m
Hide and seek, nigga, I was hunching (Facts)
F#m
Car foreign and my gun Russian
Bm
Sneak dissing get a concussion (21, 21)
[Hook: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
F#m
Fuck is you talkin’ ‘bout? Bitch, you offendin’ me
A
I just might go ‘head
And let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
F#m
I just might go ‘head
E
And mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
F#m A
Goddamn, I had four hoes at one time, they was drilling me
F#m D
I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
F#m Bm
Fuck ‘round and lift up they soul like Lil Chino be wheelin’
F#m
I usually don’t beg but I don’t want the ceiling please
Bm
Oxycontin fucking up kidneys
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