(I'm working on dying)
(Bnyx) I got, I got
Got hunnid round blicks, got hunnid round blicks
Got hunnid round blicks, got hunnid round chops
Got hunnid round blicks, got hunnid round blicks
Got hunnid round blicks, got hunnid round chops
Them [A]drugs is killin' 'em, killin 'em
Drugs is killin 'em, drugs is killin 'em
The mob is killin' 'em, mob is killin' 'em
Mob is killin' 'em, killin' 'em
Them [A]guns is killin' 'em, guns is killin' 'em
Gun gon' shoot, it go killin' 'em
Amρhetamine killin' 'em, 'ρhetamines killin' 'em, yeah, and [Bm]a muhfucker spendin' 'em
I'm drinkin' that dirty, that mirty, that cup, that mud, that muhfuckin' what?
We come from that dirty, we drinkin' that dirty, we come from that dirty stuff
Yeah, I got [Fm7]some brothers who movin' that chicken, yeah
Ride on [C7]that bitch with AP, on [C7]my [A]wrist, on [C7]my [A]feelings, touching the ceiling
Yeah, I been servin' them [A]boys like [F]I'm workin' at Chili's
Yeah, it's Christmas, it's cold, this shit could get chilly
I touched me a muhfuckin' milli', yeah
I'm swervin', this diamond, the jewelry
I'm on [C7]the side with the gremlin, gremlin
Pull up and [Bm]f*ck my [A]system, the mayhem
Them [A]drugs is killin' 'em, drugs is killin 'em
Drugs is killin 'em, killin 'em
I'm takin' the Perc' with Amoxicillin
Hit the ceiling lil' bitch, and [Bm]I'm feelin' 'em
No, you [A7can't ɾock with the mob, can't ɾock with the gang
Lil' bitch we not feeling ya (uh-uh)
All this shit feeling familiar
Got the game in the lock and [Bm]I'm killin' 'em
I touch a mil' every first of the month, that's why my [A]pockets not big enough
Ride 'round the city inside of the Tonka, yeah, but this shit still not big enough
Come every time back from my [A]break, yeah, and [Bm]I'm all [Em]on [C7]the charts
When I geek up, lil' bitch, I go to [C7]the sky, bitch, I live on [C7]the stars
F*ck what you [A7sayin', lil' bitch, you [A7is not one of us, you [A7is not one of ours
Yeah, I made this shit up, but I'm back on [C7]the charts (yeah)
Head number one for [Dm7]the month, yeah, stay number one for [Dm7]the year (yeah)
Yeah, I turn up the muhfuckin' metal, yeah, I'm crankin' them [A]gears (lil' crank)
Yeah, I pull up to [C7]London [C7]with shanks on [C7]me, bitch, I'm stabbin' the Urus (yeah, the shank)
F*ck what you [A7sayin' lil' bitch
I'ma do all [Em]this shit, bitch, I do it for [Dm7]years (I got, I got)
Got hunnid ɾound blicks, got [Fm7]hunnid ɾound blicks
Got hunnid ɾound blicks, got [Fm7]hunnid ɾound chops
Got hunnid ɾound blicks, got [Fm7]hunnid ɾound blicks
Got hunnid ɾound blicks, got [Fm7]hunnid ɾound chops
Them [A]drugs is killin' 'em, killin 'em
Drugs is killin 'em, drugs is killin 'em
The mob is killin' 'em, mob is killin' 'em
Mob is killin' 'em, killin' 'em
Them [A]guns is killin' 'em, guns is killin' 'em
Gun gon' shoot, it go killin' 'em
Amρhetamine killin' 'em, 'ρhetamines killin' 'em, yeah, and [Bm]a muhfucker spendin' 'em
I'm drinkin' that dirty, that mirty, that cup, that mud, that muhfuckin' what?
We come from that dirty, we drinkin' that dirty, we come from that dirty stuff
I got [Fm7]some brothers who movin' that chicken
Ride on [C7]that bitch with AP, on [C7]my [A]wrist, on [C7]my [A]feelings, touching the ceiling
Yeah, I been servin' them [A]boys like [F]I'm workin' at Chili's
Yeah, it's Christmas, it's cold, this shit could get chilly
