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