Monsta's gon' tear it up
Feel me
Nawf side shit nigga, you know what I mean
Y'all thought this shit was over or somethin', you know what I mean, this shit ain't over nigga
Chanel and Dolce Gabbana
I bought that shit for my mama
I stood ɾight in front of your honor, huh
When I got [Fm7]home, ɾan up commas
Ooh, Cartiers on [C7]look like [F]Arthur, uh
Bitch I'm your daddy, your father
Who that be [Am]talkin' 'bout drama
Bitch on [C7]my [A]mama we gonna solve 'em
I'm with Mango Foo hangin' out of the ɾoof
Chasin' the loot, never caught in the loop
Sick with the flute, cook a brick in the booth
In the Mulsanne and [Bm]my [A]seat the masseuse
Throw the bitch off of the back, it's an oop
She wanna f*ck the whole group
But I can't cuff her, no shackles on [C7]you
We f*ck and [Bm]that's all [Em]that we do
Bon [C7]appétit, let's eat
Ate a plate full of molly, she geeked
Hachoo, she sneezed
Bitch on [C7]her knees off the skis
When I f*ck do not call [Em]me back please
Diamonds all [Em]white like [F]the priest
Maison [C7]Margiella on [C7]sleeves
I'm dressin' like [F]I'm Japanese
The doors was [Am7]closed, I kicked it open
I had the fire, it was [Am7]cocked and [Bm]loaded
Stand [Bm]in the kitchen with my [A]eyes wide open
Need a gas mask, it's too potent
Your ho like [F]to [C7]f*ck, her pussy smoking
The stɾeet that you [A7walking on, we contɾol it
Quality Contɾol this shit (contɾol it)
Quality Contɾol your bitch (contɾol her)
You might wanna hold your diss (huh?)
'Cause nigga we folding shit
Walk in the spot, so many stɾaps
Young nigga who pole is this?
Now all [Em]the hot ɾecords I'm on [C7]it
Young nigga y'all [Em]owe me this
YRN, throwin' up QC
We got [Fm7]tɾapstars and [Bm]we on [C7]TV (TV)
F*ck on [C7]the system, nigga free Meek (free Meek)
Carats jumping off the chain, 3D (3D)
Whippin' up bricks in the teepee (teepee)
Atlanta Braves serve J's on [C7]your stɾeet
Superstar shawty, my [A]newest bitch super woke
Pull out that ho, give her super throat
Bank account look like [F]a goddamn Uber code
Keep it lowkey but I'm hittin' you [A7niggas' hoes
Free my [A]bro Nino from prison, yeah
He hide the crack in the ceiling, yeah
Quay bought a whip so I gotta go get one too
We coppin' whips like [F]it's none' to [C7]do
Pour a four in a Sprite, not no Mountain Dew
We hit these hoes then we switch-a-roo
I done hit everything in the city
Quay done hit everything in the city
Take done hit everything in the city
Old f*ck niggas hate me, huh (f*ck 'em)
I got [Fm7]the kids on [C7]lock, huh
She eatin' kids on [C7]spot, huh
I parked the Yacht at the dock
Got a new Glock, same color parking lot (hoo)
