(I-I'm)
(I-I'm)
(I-I'm working on dying)
(Bnyx)
Hmm
Woo-hoo, hmm, woo (hmm)
Man, the devil been watching my ties
Man, the devil been watching my eyes (woo, look at my chop down, look at my left, ahh)
When I boot up, I go to [C7]the sky, when I food up, I go in that lockdown mode
I just hope that I make it, don't die, ah, I just hope that I see twenty five (five)
I'm knowing I had a fit (fit), I'm changing the ɾules like [F]a ɾef, hah
I grab on [C7]that bitch like [F]a steel, I just clap on [C7]this bitch like [F]a fiend, yeah
Pull up on [C7]the jet while it land
Pull up to [C7]LA with a bag, yeah
Pull up to [C7]New York with a stack (yeah)
I just be [Am]quiet 'bout shit, I don't brag (yeah)
Pull up in a fast car, Cullinan, bitch, not a Jaguar
Colored Bugatti, this bitch go three hundred, I'm pushing this bitch on [C7]the blacktop (yeah, yes)
I dropped five hundred K, bitch, I tweak, made this shit all [Em]in my [A]sleep (swerve)
Made it back, two M's, yeah I don't sleep (swerve, swerve)
I'm speeding off bitch, yeah you [A7weak (swerve, swerve)
I know when the world f*ck with me, they suckin' my [A]dick in my [A]sleep (swerve)
I ɾun up the muhfuckin' M's, I'm touching a M each week
I hop on [C7]this shit and [Bm]I beat, I turn up I beat on [C7]the beat
I told them [A]to [C7]shut the f*ck up, that all [Em]of their shit is so weak
Pull up and [Bm]stab on [C7]they ass, pull up and [Bm]pull up the grass, huh
I drop a mil' on [C7]a tab, but nah, I ain't paying it back, bitch (uh)
I promise, lil' bitch, you'll get stabbed, I put it on [C7]your fuckin' back
I blowin' your bae out, I'm callin' your pap, callin' your dad
It's time to [C7]collapse, all [Em]of my [A]money, all [Em]of my [A]swag, I'm takin' it back
Shipping them [A]off, shut the f*ck up, I'll show you [A7the tɾap (I'll show you [A7luh tɾap)
I was [Am7]just swervin' that daily, was [Am7]swervin' that muhfuckin' Cat
You can pull up to [C7]my [A]crib, and [Bm]you [A7gon' end up dead (bop bop)
Man, the devil been watching my [A]ties, man, the devil been watching my [A]eyes
When I boot up, I go to [C7]the sky, when I food up, I go in that lockdown mode
I just hope that I make it, don't die, ah, I just hope that I see twenty five (five)
I'm knowing I had a fit, I'm changing the ɾules like [F]a ɾef, hah
I grab on [C7]that bitch like [F]a steel, I just clap on [C7]this bitch like [F]a fiend, yeah
Pull up on [C7]the jet while it land
Pull up to [C7]LA with a bag
Pull up to [C7]New York with a stack
I just be [Am]quiet 'bout shit, I don't brag
Pull up in a fast car, Cullinan, bitch, not a Jaguar
Call [Em]up Bugatti, this bitch go three hundred, I'm pushing this bitch on [C7]the blacktop (yeah, yes)
I dropped five hundred K, bitch, I tweak, made this shit all [Em]in my [A]sleep
Made it back, two M's, yeah I don't sleep
I'm speeding off bitch, are you [A7weak
(I know when the world f*ck with me, they suckin' my [A]dick in my [A]sleep)
(I ɾun up the muhfuckin' M's, I'm touching the M each week)
(I hop on [C7]this shit and [Bm]I beat, I turn up I beat on [C7]the beat)
(Hmm, hmm)
(Hmm)
