Intro
You better not raise your voice at me
You know I got a pimp degree
Pluto
[Chorus]
Am Bm
Draco season with the bookbag
Am Em
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Am Bm
Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
Am Em
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
Am Bm
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
Am Em
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
Am Bm
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
Am Em
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
[Verse 1]
Am Bm
Lamborghini doors when I lift off
Am Em
They done fucked around, got a nigga pissed off
Am Bm
Nice little thot got a stiff arm
Am Em
Did the Heisman on the hoe got the stiff arm
Am Bm
Fuck all that biting like Tyson or Holyfield
Am Em
Woah whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Am Bm
F# couple of pills and I got my soda filled
Am Em
Woah whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Am Bm
Break out a sweat, I go head over heels for these mils
Am Em
Woah whoa whoa whoa whoa
Am Bm
She thinks she the one but to me she ain't nothing but a thrill
Am Em
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Am Bm
I've been drippin' like a God, what else?
Am Em
I been dodgin' all the flage, what else?
Am Bm
I been fillin' up garages, what else?
Am Em
I gave her her first ménage, what else?
Am Bm
Close your eyes eyes eyes
Am Em
I'm about to slide slide slide
Am Bm
Wonder why why why
Am Em
I stay in the sky sky sky
Am Bm
Pink molly, let me dance with her (yup)
Am Em
Freestylin', let me dance with her
Am Bm
Sky Dweller, it was sentimental
Am Em
Rose gold, it was cinnamon
[Chorus]
Am Bm
Draco season with the bookbag
Am Em
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Am Bm
Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
Am Em
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
Am Bm
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
Am Em
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
Am Bm
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
Am Em
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
[Verse 2]
Am Bm
Fuck up my bitch by the change
Am Em
Want me to jump out the stage
Am Bm
I wanna jump in the air
Am Em
You know the love ain’t fair
Am Bm
You killin' then show us the proof
Am Em
I already got the juice
Am Bm
Chain different colors like fruits
Am Em
I like to hang out the roof
Am Bm
I got to train my bitches
Am Em
I'm putting chains on my bitches
Am Bm
I'll pull some chain on the snitches
Am Em
I'm focused, I'm back on my mission
Am Bm
Flex on a nigga, no apologies
Am Em
Molly off-white, done got to me
Am Bm
Playing hockey with the ice in the Major League
Am Em
35 bitches at the St. Reg
Am Bm
Fall back shooter like KD
Am Em
Back in the kitchen with the Curry
Am Bm
Pullin' up wit Xan, can't hurt me
Am Em
Pineapple drink lookin' syrupy
Am Bm
56 nights, I was dirty
Am Em
Styrofoam cups servin' patients
Am Bm
Heard you been talkin' bout the kid
Am Em
Knowin' damn well that’s a flagrant (technical)
Am Bm
I cancel two bitches
Am Em
I got me some new bitches
Am Bm
Come check out how I’m living
Am Em
I got me some new drippy
Am Bm
I got me some new drip!
Am Em
She ain't got nothing to do with it
Am Bm
I'll give my bitch to you
Am Em
If that what she mean to you
[Chorus]
Am Bm
Draco season with the bookbag
Am Em
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Am Bm
Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
Am Em
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
Am Bm
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
Am Em
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
Am Bm
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
Am Em
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
Am Bm
Draco season with the bookbag
Am Em
Rat tat, got a little kick back
Am Bm
Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
Am Em
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
Am Bm
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
Am Em
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
Am Bm
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
Am Em
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
[Verse 3]
Am Bm
Yeah I'm cruisin' in the deep
Am Em
I'm twisted up, I got geeked
Am Bm
Misbehaving with ya freak
Am Em
Can't tell she got teeth
Am Bm
I was in her mouth like veneers
Am Em
Stop comparing my career
Am Bm
Designer flooded through the crib
Am Em
Business furniture for real
Am Bm
Bought a Fendi couch for my kids
Am Em
They just want to plug a nigga wig
Am Bm
Charge a half a mil for the gig
Am Em
Middle fingers up, fuck the pigs
Am Bm
Diamonds fallin' off me, let me jig
Am Em
Never falling off and never quit
Am Bm
I retired cookin' up a brick
Am Em
Certified nigga out the six
Am Bm
Who was wrapping dummies in the zone
Am Em
I was chargin' 10 for the strong
Am Bm
Keep on goin' in on this song
Am Em
Keep an F&N at your home
Am Bm
Lesson learned and we moving on
Am Em
I got Firm niggas, Al Capone
Am Bm
Got my Chi niggas on the horn
Am Em
Downtown Atlanta I was born
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