Start Up Again

Uh (wow)
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
I got killers in the motherfuckin' cut, bitch
Gang, uh, uh

I be with savages, they is not havin' it
If it's ever a problem, we tackle it
Switch on the chopper, that bitch get to rattlin'
Really hate 'em, gon' shoot up the candlelit
Lil' mama thick, but just watch how I handle it
Beat up the pussy, I damage it
Passport stamp, f*ck the ɾef, how I'm tɾavelin'
Louis by Virgil, my [A]drip is immaculate, uh
Give me a beat, I'm attackin' it, uh
Might catch a B when I'm clappin' it
Opps, they some bitches, we beefin' with actɾesses
Post in the tɾap, we got [Fm7]D in the cabinet, uh
She get on [C7]her knees when she gaggin' it
Might cop a 'Cat 'cause I beat all [Em]them [A]challenges
Hundred twenty a show what I'm averagin'
On the ɾopes, I ain't fold, I wasn't panickin'
Uh, uh, start up again
She over with, now I'm all [Em]in her friends
Two hundred shots, they gon' ball [Em]up your mans
Lil Jo keep cappin', he noddin' off Xans, uh
I'm Euro steppin' in France, uh
Drip check, Amiri my [A]pants
Glock a guitar, we gon' ɾock out like [F]bands
Spin through they block, he get killed where he stand

I ɾan up some change, then bust down a chain (go)
Benjamin, Grants, my [A]pockets got [Fm7]names (whoa)
The Bentley cocaine, that look like [F]the main
A brick of white Forces, same color them [A]thangs (thirty-six)
I just got [Fm7]booked to [C7]go somewhere in Spain (gone)
F*ck a fiancé, I married the game (I do)
It's ɾeally two hundred an occasion, man (where?)
I'm on [C7]the jet eatin' Raising Cane's
They tɾippin', the grass too high
I don't never be [Am]at the house in Memρhis (why?)
I done outgrew the city (yeah)
Swapped out the digits, these niggas can't hit me (nah)
Lil' box at the back of the Glock, we got [Fm7]switches
Awful lot of cough syrup on [C7]my [A]Dickies (dope)
I'm so picky when it comes to [C7]these bitches (why?)
Bougie gangster chick tote my [A]blicky, got [Fm7]wifey with me, ay
I got [Fm7]a way with these words, I got [Fm7]a way with these hoes
I keep it too thorough (raw)
Talkin' my [A]shit on [C7]a whole 'nother level
I just was [Am7]over there, I speak for [Dm7]the ghetto
Eight ounces of Wock' in the Faygo, I'm KO
These niggas fake, put together like [F]Play-Doh (ha)
Uh, uh, drillin' this new ho (uh)
Ride like [F]a horse so I pass her to [C7]Polo (here)