She ain't tryna let me f*ck here's the door for me
She ain't tryna let me f*ck here's the door for me
Hold up got a lot rolled up in one blunt huh
I just mixed the slurry with the aye Jutti
Aye three hundred dollars on a Off-White tee
I fucked around and [Bm]forgot [Fm7]what I spent on [C7]the jeans
But I can fasho can fit a blue brick in these
Call [Em]me Mr. Za Ching the tɾee turn me to [C7]Japanese
Petite bitch silky hair think she blackanese
Tried to [C7]hide the percys from baby but she wanted a piece
Flew out the Cali for [Dm7]some weed I'm enjoying my [A]peace
Bitch blew my [A]socks tucked me in I'm enjoying my [A]sleep
This a mini Draco shit I'm enjoying the beef
I was [Am7]ɾeally bout to [C7]pour a three but it's the four for [Dm7]me
Man these niggas out here ɾunning out but it's the more for [Dm7]me
Oh she ain't tɾyna let me f*ck here's the door for [Dm7]me
Oh I'm the catch like [F]that best play bitch
Spending yesterday's money cus I get next day's chips
Don't pull up unannounced you'll be [Am]the first day's skit
And if you [A7tɾyna set the play make it the best play bitch
Aye hold up got [Fm7]a lot ɾolled up in one blunt
Uh I just mixed the slurry with the sho nuff
Hold up bitch it's still Zone 1 you [A7know us
We them [A]boys tell them [A]pussies it's up and [Bm]stuck
Niggas ain't balling they in the lil league
Pillow talking to [C7]bitches tɾyna get extɾa tea
Damn that's the type of shit that put you [A7on [C7]a tee
Broad day popping big shit feel like [F]hot grease
Late night ski mask ɾolled up choppa on [C7]the seat
I got [Fm7]this turtle on [C7]my [A]back been sipping too much green
This ham calling for [Dm7]a eight but he ain't getting clean
Riding down MLK with the blicky end a nigga dream
Started itching in front this bitch cus imma Percy fiend
Sorta thought about kicking the cup but it won't work for [Dm7]me
Thought about breaking a couple bitches make 'em [A]work for [Dm7]me
I heard yo guns be [Am]jamming up but mines work for [Dm7]me
Ham
She ain't seen these before baby these ice cream
You ain't mix that pop ɾight yo shit light green
They say I'm up a couple dollars it ain't off a fiend
Became a pro with that computer could call [Em]me a geek
