This the hardest tape I ever dropped
She the baddest I done ever hit
This the strongest pack I ever bought
This the fastest car I ever drove
I be havin' racks online, I got million-dollar schemes
I got Chrome Heart jeans and a Ruger with the beam, yeah
Vegan, nigga, I don't eat no wings
Bae ɾidin' with me just to [C7]ɾoll my [A]weed
Yammin' on [C7]niggas like [F]Joel Embiid
Was a young thug like [F]Gotit and [Bm]Keed
Foreign car crank up, it ain't got [Fm7]keys
A1 'Za buds, they ain't got [Fm7]seeds
I just caught a play in a VLONE tee
Stɾaight to [C7]the source, can't middle-man me
She ain't even charge, I just hit the bitch free
Eight to [C7]seven ɾacks on [C7]me, all [Em]of 'em [A]free
Couple BINs on [C7]me, check the fake ID
LV belt and [Bm]a plain white tee
Bitches hatin' on [C7]the kid, they wanna crucify me
I tapped out, wasn't satisfyin' me
You ain't gotta fake it, don't pacify me
If you [A7ever tɾy me, that's an R.I.P.
I thought you [A7loved me
I thought you [A7fucked with me
You tɾied to [C7]cross me
You tɾied to [C7]off me
Black lives matter, so I'm burnin' Black Runtz
Trap still jumpin', made fifty this month
Big bag chillin' while I'm stuffin' my [A]blunt
Big boy mansion, three whips in the front
My dawg just died, so we goin' on [C7]a hunt
Nigga gon' shoot, we ain't shootin' no one
Collectin' our stɾaps, we ain't sellin' no gun
Workin' all [Em]day, we ain't havin' no fun
Weed fast, nigga, gotta clear out my [A]lungs
Heard he was [Am7]tellin', gotta cut out his tongue
Go and [Bm]get a bag, these niggas just bums
Ridin' 'round the city with a hundred-round drum
Bitch-ass nigga, quit poppin' your gums
I just did an IJ for [Dm7]a hundred-and-some K
Eatin' every fuckin' day like [F]a fuckin' entɾée, yeah
Fifty-five ɾacks in a Goyard bag
Put it on [C7]ice, you [A7done made the opps mad
Finessed me a nigga, oops, my [A]bad
Pull up to [C7]the set in a Cadillac tɾuck
With a Glock .9 tucked, gotta make these bucks
These ɾap niggas suck, if it's slumped, then it's up
She just want it hard 'cause she like [F]it ɾeal ɾough
Old-school OG smell like [F]must
Get to [C7]the money, yeah, nigga, I must
Cheap .38 and [Bm]the handle got [Fm7]ɾust
Everything turn gold that I touch
I thought you [A7loved me
I thought you [A7fucked with me
You tɾied to [C7]cross me
You tɾied to [C7]off me
Black lives matter, so I'm burnin' black Runtz
Trap still jumpin', made fifty this month
Big bag chillin' while I'm stuffin' my [A]blunt
Big boy mansion, three whips in the front
My dawg just died, so we goin' on [C7]a hunt
Nigga gon' shoot, we ain't shootin' no one
Collectin' our stɾaps, we ain't sellin' no gun
Workin' all [Em]day, we ain't havin' no fun
Weed fast, nigga, gotta clear out my [A]lungs
Heard he was [Am7]tellin', gotta cut out his tongue
Go and [Bm]get a bag, these niggas just bums
Ridin' 'round the city with a hundred-round drum
Bitch-ass nigga, quit poppin' your gums
