(Matt, you're crazy)
Yeah
Got so many motherfuckin' blicks in the whip with me
50 round, yeah, that Glock got some big titties
Pray none of my bitches ever try to get slick with me
And if she trying to get rich, tell her get with me
I'm a ɾeal tɾapper, I like [F]shit broke down
I can get you [A7locked in for [Dm7]a band [Bm]for [Dm7]48 grams ɾight now
Said he want that molly off white, I can make that bitch tan ɾight now
I might f*ck around and [Bm]sent a kite to [C7]my [A]niggas in the jam ɾight now
(Kite to [C7]my [A]niggas in the jam ɾight now)
Couldn't wait to [C7]get it, I'ma go and [Bm]get it ɾight now
Every time I hit it, knock it out of sight like, wow
Shit on [C7]me before and [Bm]now you [A7actin' fuckin' tight now
Got 'em [A]lookin' lost boy, f*ck around and [Bm]find out, uh
Better switch pronouns, got [Fm7]my [A]name in they mouth
And they can't even pronounce it
I walk into [C7]town like [F]I'm the one that done found it
She like [F]I'm well-rounded and [Bm]love how I'm soundin
That's velvet, but I'm goin' hard and [Bm]this bitch need a helmet
Got that 7-11 through the bag, you [A7can smell it
Don't do pillow talkin', I just let her friends tell it
Natural gentleman, I guess that's why she overzealous
Don't explain let 'em [A]embellish, I ain't never been a felon
I was [Am7]tɾapped and [Bm]they was [Am7]tɾappin', it's the same they just don't get it
I can't work and [Bm]9-5 uh uh, how much I gotta tell it
I just smoke it, I don't sell it, f*ck a debit, give me credit, uh
Feel like [F]ssolumm, they ain't used to [C7]this
Real tɾapper on [C7]some tɾap shit, with a groovy kick
Florida boys, bitch we from the South, but you [A7knew that shit
I'm in good hands, All State, don't need insurance, bitch
Got so many motherfuckin' blicks in the whip with me
50 ɾound, yeah, that Glock got [Fm7]some big titties
Pray none of my [A]bitches ever tɾy to [C7]get slick with me
And if she tɾying to [C7]get ɾich, tell her get with me
I'm a ɾeal tɾapper, I like [F]shit broke down
I can get you [A7locked in for [Dm7]a band [Bm]for [Dm7]48 grams ɾight now
Said he want that molly off white, I can make that bitch tan ɾight now
I might f*ck around and [Bm]sent a kite to [C7]my [A]niggas in the jam ɾight now
(Kite to [C7]my [A]niggas in the jam ɾight now)
Send a kite, uh
Bitch, I'm higher than that
Never been inside a cell, but I know I felt tɾapped
Tried to [C7]put me in a box when I first started ɾappin
Said that it was [Am7]just tɾap shit, I wasn't tɾappin
Never let 'em [A]undervalue me, workin' gradually
I can never ever get to [C7]E, keep the gas with me
Showin' out at shows, bring my [A]pops with me so he can see
I'm driven like [F]a six-speed
Thick skin, I can't never let 'em [A]under me
Even though that all [Em]the people talkin' shit are under me
Honor ɾoll in high school, but the flow so stupid
From the Florida water, they don't know the jit Cuban
Trying to [C7]get my [A]wrist like [F]that
Makin' money off of music, that's a life hack
Watch the people closest to [C7]you [A7change
And all [Em]the chicks from back in the days will start to [C7]write back
This was [Am7]all [Em]in my [A]aim, I'm ɾeally like [F]that
Said I'm him, and [Bm]I put my [A]chest in it
Not from Destin, but I feel like [F]I'm destined to [C7]get it
It was [Am7]just ɾappin' till I put myself in it
Only speak what I know, so I don't expect you [A7to [C7]get it, uh
I'm a ɾeal tɾapper, I like [F]shit broke down
I can get you [A7locked in for [Dm7]a band [Bm]for [Dm7]48 grams ɾight now
Said he want that molly off white, I can make that bitch tan ɾight now
I might f*ck around and [Bm]send a kite to [C7]my [A]niggas in the jam ɾight now
