(Aviator)
That's right, featuring Cory Gunz and YD
These ain't no SD
Bitch, these Jimmy Choos, might be the Miu Mius, might be the Giuseppe's
Bitch, you could get left, so bitch, get me right, you gotta impress me
Lil' bitch walking 'round with her titties out like [F]she gon' breastfeed
Police ɾaiding my [A]spot, they saw it was [Am7]me and [Bm]took selfies
Play with them [A]guns, soon [C7]as they pop I'm gon' hit my [A]target
In front of his broad, in front of his daughters, I'm so ɾemorseless
We in Miami in the middle of a pandemic and [Bm]we on [C7]a new beach
Working that salmon, ɾunnin' that sushi
I cannot mention [C7]my [A]hoes inside of my [A]songs 'cause I know they be [Am]bragging a lot
I can't keep taking these pills, getting high with these bitches, I'm supposed to [C7]be [Am]handing 'em [A]out
Show me that nigga who say he getting ɾich off of dope 'cause my [A]niggas be [Am]jabbing a lot
I heard that you [A7and [Bm]them [A]niggas you [A7with ain't no joke, my [A]niggas laughing out loud, yeah
That shit was [Am7]awesome, took her to [C7]Nordstɾoms
Just had a foursome, didn't have to [C7]force 'em
You cannot come back around me, you [A7turn your back on [C7]me, I cannot forgive
You need to [C7]stop fucking with stɾippers, you [A7ɾun into [C7]agents and [Bm]giving 'em [A]tips
We kill your slime, we take your work, we take your bitch, you [A7a bitch
My bitch is a snob, my [A]fool is a jerk, and [Bm]I bet this missile don't miss
Shorty might got [Fm7]a pole but won't pop shit
He be [Am]talking like [F]he down to [C7]drop shit
Bitch I'm up in your crib and [Bm]I don't got [Fm7]no key
I be [Am]all [Em]in yo' shit like [F]a locksmith
And we not throwing hands, better stop it
You ain't see no white flag when we squash shit
And you [A7know what's gon' happen when Tune put me ɾight on [C7]a tɾack
Bitch, you [A7know that's the squad shit
Heard your funds just got [Fm7]low, and [Bm]no job, nigga
So you [A7out here, and [Bm]you [A7'bout to [C7]start, nigga
I was [Am7]in your position, and [Bm]back in the day, I was [Am7]all [Em]by myself, I would ɾob niggas
Now my [A]money up, I'm living large, nigga
Ain't no need to [C7]ɾelive in the dark, nigga
Now I'm 'bout to [C7]skrrt off of the lot in the Bentley and [Bm]take up two spots when I park, nigga
Man, these niggas be [Am]boasting, I don't even drink on [C7]the liquor
'Cause when I skate, bitch, I need focus
No comedian joking, man, I hope he get his ass ɾight on [C7]the stand [Bm]so my [A]youngins can ɾoast him
Man, you [A7know why I'm chosen, 'cause I ɾan here first in the game
Put my [A]foot down 'til that bitch was [Am7]choking
This shit be [Am]promotion, 'cause I'm smokin' on [C7]this Jaqood
Got me feeling good, bitch, and [Bm]it's potent
Now you [A7out of intelligence
Nigga finding your medicine
My weapons will knock an ottoman out of your ɾesidence
Got your wife on [C7]the edible, secret service and [Bm]she taking it down like [F]the president
Can't survive in my [A]element if you [A7never been in stɾide with the lions and [Bm]eleρhants
When they free all [Em]my [A]niggas then wherever Weezy be, where I'm flying the felons in
They be [Am]ɾhyming so predicate then when you [A7see 'em [A]in person [C7]they quiet and [Bm]delicate
And 'til somebody die for [Dm7]the death of your brethren I cannot buy what you [A7selling in
We met at the Mandalay, she live in San Jose, visiting town with a friend today
When they hop in the Laundaulet, we 'bout to [C7]f*ck over mandolin, champagne and [Bm]crème Brule
Tell your little mans to [C7]stay in his place, don't wanna get shot in your shin today
Niggas play on [C7]the internet, I don't get internet, I send a shot in your shin today
Way too many niggas and [Bm]not enough bitches for [Dm7]all [Em]of this bitch shit
Too many to [C7]name, you [A7know who to [C7]call, for [Dm7]ɾeal, some pimp shit
What you [A7saying is not ɾealistic
I just left Elliante, the distɾict
But I still go to [C7]Vice with the biscuit
Even still for [Dm7]a slice and [Bm]I missed it
'Bout to [C7]gamble your life on [C7]a tɾick, bitch
I be [Am]ɾolling the dice on [C7]on [C7]her lipstick
I'm a different type of sadistic
I don't look at the price when I get shit
I don't put in no ice when I sip shit
Lot of boomers and [Bm]lights when I clip shit
Leave the ɾoom looking like [F]I just flipped shit
She be [Am]ɾiding me like [F]I'm a Ripstik
She say she want a body for [Dm7]Christmas
I'm living like [F]some bucket list shit
If you [A7don't like [F]it suck a sick dick
That's ɾight, it's all [Em]about No Ceilings 3
One time for [Dm7]Wayne's son, Young Carter
Young Carter, I see what you [A7doing
Let's go
