[Intro]
Em Bm
Em Bm
Em Bm
Em Bm
We got London on da Track
[Chorus]
Em
You mad, nigga, your adrenaline rushin’, it feel like a bus, but I’m whippin’ the Wraith
Bm
Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings, only got me feelin’ a way
Em
I ain’t sayin’ I’m addicted, Adderall prescripted, fuck it ‘cause I don’t feel the pain
Bm
Let a nigga touch my chain, fuck it, nigga, kill him, fuck it, they can take me away
[Post-Chorus]
Em
I got my dawgs in this bitch, I know they gon’ shoot shit up
Bm
And my lil’ brother turned to a drummer. Walked him outside, now he got the llama
Em
I took that Maybach where the J’s at. Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers
Bm
All my niggas know run up them numbers. Fuck it, run up them numbers
[Verse 1]
Em
Run up them numbers. OKC, you don’t want no thunder
Bm
The old Tracy McGrady, the one. OKC, you don’t want no thunder, yeah
Em
Christian the sweater, Okay, Christian Dior the sweater
Bm
The double R came with the umbrella
B7
When I put the hoodie on, it get realer, yeah.
Em
Put a hundred thousand in my Prada jeans. Got some little homies, got some prodigies
Bm
And I spent five hundred on Prada tees. Made it out the projects, poppin’ overseas
Em
Shawty gave me sloppy toppy on the seat. I make some calls, you can’t cop the fleet
Bm B7
Gotta be an antisocial gangster ‘cause the feds watchin’ my tweets
[Chorus]
Em
You mad, nigga, your adrenaline rushin’, it feel like a bus, but I’m whippin’ the Wraith
Bm
Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings, only got me feelin’ a way
Em
I ain’t sayin’ I’m addicted, Adderall prescripted, fuck it ‘cause I don’t feel the pain
Bm
Let a nigga touch my chain, fuck it, nigga, kill him, fuck it, they can take me away
[Post-Chorus]
Em
I got my dawgs in this bitch, I know they gon’ shoot shit up
Bm
And my lil’ brother turned to a drummer. Walked him outside, now he got the llama
Em
I took that Maybach where the J’s at. Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers
Bm
All my niggas know run up them numbers. Fuck it, run up them numbers
[Verse 2]
Em
Fuck it, I ran up the numbers, piped up like a plumber and sold all the bundles (Sold all the bundles)
Bm
I paid off the debt to your honor and went got some commas and commas and commas (Racks)
Em
You let it get to your head, yeah, I remember when you was a runner (You was a runner)
Bm
I heard you got snatched by the feds, yeah, say you willin’ to tell ‘em whatever (Yeah)
Em
I still be killin’ in projects, even though I been runnin’ them numbers up
Bm
They used to tell me I’m not next, I’m like look at me now, I’m in front of them
Em
And I just hope you never set me up, my lifestyle too irregular
Bm
And I don’t know how I’ma trust again, I swear
B7
Audemars might fuck up your eyes, yeah
Em
I bust down a piece of the pie, yeah. I wanna speed off in a Cayenne (Speed off in a Cayenne)
Bm
I got a cup full of Hi-Tech. Have a pool party with the posse (Pool party with the posse)
Em
We be the talk of the topic. These fuck niggas don’t where the drop at (Uh)
Bm
They won’t want us ridin’ in the drophead. And he mad that my bitch got a Masi’
[Chorus]
Em
You mad, nigga, your adrenaline rushin’, it feel like a bus, but I’m whippin’ the Wraith
Bm
Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings, only got me feelin’ a way
Em
I ain’t sayin’ I’m addicted, Adderall prescripted, fuck it ‘cause I don’t feel the pain
Bm
Let a nigga touch my chain, fuck it, nigga, kill him, fuck it, they can take me away
[Post-Chorus]
Em
I got my dawgs in this bitch, I know they gon’ shoot shit up
Bm
And my lil’ brother turned to a drummer. Walked him outside, now he got the llama
Em
I took that Maybach where the J’s at. Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers
Bm
All my niggas know run up them numbers
B7
Fuck it, run up them numbers
[outro]
Em Bm
Em Bm
[Intro]
Em Bm
Em Bm
Em Bm
Em Bm
We got London on da Track
[Chorus]
Em
You mad, nigga, your adrenaline rushin’, it feel like a bus, but I’m whippin’ the Wraith
Bm
Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings, only got me feelin’ a way
Em
I ain’t sayin’ I’m addicted, Adderall prescripted, fuck it ‘cause I don’t feel the pain
Bm
Let a nigga touch my chain, fuck it, nigga, kill him, fuck it, they can take me away
[Post-Chorus]
Em
I got my dawgs in this bitch, I know they gon’ shoot shit up
Bm
And my lil’ brother turned to a drummer. Walked him outside, now he got the llama
Em
I took that Maybach where the J’s at. Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers
Bm
All my niggas know run up them numbers. Fuck it, run up them numbers
[Verse 1]
Em
Run up them numbers. OKC, you don’t want no thunder
Bm
The old Tracy McGrady, the one. OKC, you don’t want no thunder, yeah
Em
Christian the sweater, Okay, Christian Dior the sweater
Bm
The double R came with the umbrella
B7
When I put the hoodie on, it get realer, yeah.
Em
Put a hundred thousand in my Prada jeans. Got some little homies, got some prodigies
Bm
And I spent five hundred on Prada tees. Made it out the projects, poppin’ overseas
Em
Shawty gave me sloppy toppy on the seat. I make some calls, you can’t cop the fleet
Bm B7
Gotta be an antisocial gangster ‘cause the feds watchin’ my tweets
[Chorus]
Em
You mad, nigga, your adrenaline rushin’, it feel like a bus, but I’m whippin’ the Wraith
Bm
Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings, only got me feelin’ a way
Em
I ain’t sayin’ I’m addicted, Adderall prescripted, fuck it ‘cause I don’t feel the pain
Bm
Let a nigga touch my chain, fuck it, nigga, kill him, fuck it, they can take me away
[Post-Chorus]
Em
I got my dawgs in this bitch, I know they gon’ shoot shit up
Bm
And my lil’ brother turned to a drummer. Walked him outside, now he got the llama
Em
I took that Maybach where the J’s at. Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers
Bm
All my niggas know run up them numbers. Fuck it, run up them numbers
[Verse 2]
Em
Fuck it, I ran up the numbers, piped up like a plumber and sold all the bundles (Sold all the bundles)
Bm
I paid off the debt to your honor and went got some commas and commas and commas (Racks)
Em
You let it get to your head, yeah, I remember when you was a runner (You was a runner)
Bm
I heard you got snatched by the feds, yeah, say you willin’ to tell ‘em whatever (Yeah)
Em
I still be killin’ in projects, even though I been runnin’ them numbers up
Bm
They used to tell me I’m not next, I’m like look at me now, I’m in front of them
Em
And I just hope you never set me up, my lifestyle too irregular
Bm
And I don’t know how I’ma trust again, I swear
B7
Audemars might fuck up your eyes, yeah
Em
I bust down a piece of the pie, yeah. I wanna speed off in a Cayenne (Speed off in a Cayenne)
Bm
I got a cup full of Hi-Tech. Have a pool party with the posse (Pool party with the posse)
Em
We be the talk of the topic. These fuck niggas don’t where the drop at (Uh)
Bm
They won’t want us ridin’ in the drophead. And he mad that my bitch got a Masi’
[Chorus]
Em
You mad, nigga, your adrenaline rushin’, it feel like a bus, but I’m whippin’ the Wraith
Bm
Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings, only got me feelin’ a way
Em
I ain’t sayin’ I’m addicted, Adderall prescripted, fuck it ‘cause I don’t feel the pain
Bm
Let a nigga touch my chain, fuck it, nigga, kill him, fuck it, they can take me away
[Post-Chorus]
Em
I got my dawgs in this bitch, I know they gon’ shoot shit up
Bm
And my lil’ brother turned to a drummer. Walked him outside, now he got the llama
Em
I took that Maybach where the J’s at. Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers
Bm
All my niggas know run up them numbers
B7
Fuck it, run up them numbers
[outro]
Em Bm
Em Bm
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