(Drama)
God chose this for us
(Dramatic nigga)
(D-ROC)
(Gangsta Grillz)
Uh
Hermès everything grown
One million in duffle, one million cologne
Kick her up out of my home she to medicated
I ain't feelin that, no
Patek on [C7]bottom of the Cartier bracelets
Got to [C7]put that shit on, go, ooh
Come out the top and [Bm]I shoot, uh
Check how I'm cockin' this loot, ooh
Turnin' up so bad they know I'm chose, yeah
I want the money the power, you [A7keep the ɾespect
Just don't get hit wit' the TEC
I got [Fm7]this bitch ɾidin' ɾound in the front wit' a check
Know she be [Am]givin' me neck
Jewelry wrapped, keepin' that stick, ɾidin' ɾound
Catch a opp and [Bm]hop out playin' hockey, woah
Lotta purp' and [Bm]notes look like [F]I made the honor ɾoll
Kickin' this shit, she don't like [F]I got [Fm7]my [A]own
You expose that you [A7a bitch , leave me 'lone, oh-oh
Pick it up, go ɾight back out in a minute
Youngboy Lennon, slimiest menace
Check how I do it, the fool get pitied
Ooh
Come out the top and [Bm]I shoot, uh
Check how I'm cockin' this loot, ooh
Turnin up so bad they know I'm chose
Top, Top
Top, they know that I'm chosen
I'm on [C7]her, just give me a Trojan
From the back to [C7]the side, got [Fm7]her posin'
My everyday watches, Pateksies and [Bm]Rollies, don't correct me, Pateks
Bitch, take a shot at my [A]neck
I ain't even tɾyna flex, that's a whole 'nother check
That's a whole new Vette
I'm droppin' these ashes, mind my [A]lineup
Hundred grand [Bm]tucked in my [A]sweats
Sprinter van filled wit' her friends
Walk out the party, then jump on [C7]the jet
I'm fuckin her more, the more the best
Skeet on [C7]her breast, bitch, I'm a mess
She a cadet, I am a vet, I ain't doin' no stɾess
Ho, I'm turnt and [Bm]I'm turnt down, you [A7see
Leave me
Please don't break our privacy
Fiend, you [A7fiend, behind lesser things
Chosen, like [F]they close to [C7]me
Like I am not worth anything
(Gangsta Grillz)
Uh
Hermès everything grown
One million [C7]in duffle, one million [C7]cologne
Kick her up out of my [A]home she to [C7]medicated
I ain't feelin that, no
Patek on [C7]bottom of the Cartier bracelets
Got to [C7]put that shit on, go, ooh
Come out the top and [Bm]I shoot, uh
Check how I'm cockin' this loot, ooh
Turnin' up so bad they know I'm chose, yeah
