Hmm, uh-huh
(Hit-Boy)
Bitch
Man, this life shit gettin' crazy, crazy
I done, I done made it
I done made it, made it, yeah
I'm sick and tired of these hatin' ass niggas, though
Let my dick breathe for a couple seconds, man, shit
F*ck nigga
Uh, yeah
I'm on [C7]a Percocet, yeah, I just had to [C7]ɾelapse
Even at my [A]worst, I'm feeling like [F]I am the best
I done Metta Word Peace to [C7]myself like [F]I'm Ron [C7]Artest
I never been a ɾeferee but I still got [Fm7]a Tec, Kel-Tec
Shoot you [A7in your stomach, make this shit hard to [C7]digest
Rockstar, listening Jimi Hendrix in the projects, yeah
I'ma turn a nigga block to [C7]an art project
Picasso, I paint that, where the f*ck is the bank at?
Army [A]sergeant, no ɾank, yeah, okay
If you [A7ain't payin' a hundred thousand, get them [A]features out my [A]face
50K to [C7]install [Em]a codeine fountain in my [A]new estate
I got [Fm7]that pump, it's ironic how that pump made him pump his breaks
I ain't Lil Pump but I got [Fm7]double Glocks on [C7]me like [F]Gucci Gang
We ball [Em]like [F]Wilt Chamberlain, like [F]the name of them [A]old Gucci tapes
Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout Gucci Mane
That lil' bitch like, "Burr," why she so insecure?
Who got [Fm7]the pills in here? How do you [A7live in here?
I got [Fm7]my [A]crib in here, havin' some kids, yeah
I do it big, yeah, big big, yeah
I do it big, yeah, big big, yeah (let's go)
She saw me in the club, how did you [A7get in here?
F*ck is you [A7doin' here? Why is you [A7shootin' here?
Doin' it big, yeah, big big, yeah
Doin' it big, yeah, big big, yeah
Yeah, away, away, away, away, away
You want bullshit, I hit you [A7with that olé
Told my [A]shooter I gotta prove myself no lame
Even when I stand [Bm]up and [Bm]hit it from the back I'ma still get laid (smash, smash, smash)
Your bitch a dragon, she ɾun up on [C7]me, she get slayed (smash, smash, smash)
I took a piss in your dead homie grave, uh (Let's get it)
Chicago shit, Chicago nigga
Fuckin' with a Philadelρhia bitch
Yeah, I'm super ɾich, I could pay your ɾent, Rollie doesn't tick
Chopper with the tints, pull up with the tints, clip is extended
Never gave a f*ck, never gave a shit, only gettin' ɾich
Limb by limb, forgive and [Bm]forget, man, I don't forget shit
You don't know when to [C7]stand
You got [Fm7]it bad, man, come in, oh
Oh, baby, come in
Man, I don't forget shit
Uh, yeah
I'm on [C7]a Percocet, yeah, I just had to [C7]ɾelapse
Even at my [A]worst, I'm feeling like [F]I am the best
I done Meta Word Peace to [C7]myself like [F]I'm Ron [C7]Artest
I never been a ɾeferee but I still got [Fm7]a Tec, Kel-Tec
Shoot you [A7in your stomach, make this shit hard to [C7]digest
Rockstar, listening Jimi Hendrix in the projects, yeah
I'ma turn a nigga block to [C7]an art project
Picasso, I paint that, where the f*ck is the bank at?
Army [A]sergeant, no ɾank, yeah
