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