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Verse 1

Ebm

(Tay Keith, what the fuck up,

nigga?)

(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)

Tay Keith

Verse 2
Ebm 
I don't give a fuck, I'm up
I crashed my Lambo truck four
B 
Ebm 
times (skrrt)
Shout out Lil Durk
My hitters got sticks like
RondoNumbaNine (they do)
I done got rich,
my Rollie don't tick- tock
B 
But it still tell the time (time,
Ebm 
oh)
Fuckin' your bitch in Louis V flip flops
B 
Tryna blow out her spine
Ebm 
(whoa)
Abm 
Fuckgirls stallin'
You ain't gettin' in,
Ebm 
don't waste my time (yeah, oh)
Tryna slow down
B 
Tryna chill but nothin' but work
Ebm 
on my mind  (yeah, oh)
Bbm 
Baby I'm ballin'
Ebm 
B 
Pop   another X and go over
Ebm 
time  (whoa)
She won't stop callin'
Gotta block her number, get off my line

Verse 3
Ebm 
Yeah, I eat good, I'm stackin' up
calories
B 
Poppin' these pills, I burn 'em off
Ebm 
Got   a new coupe,
seats peanut butter tan
I'm drivin' 'round the city
with the top off (skrrt)
Started out broke as a joke with a plan
B 
I turned into the top dog
Ebm 
Came  from the streets,
got a lot of respect
It don't cost to get 'em
knocked off

Verse 4
Ebm 
Brrt, brrt, brrt, yeah
Bullets, they bite they hurt, yeah (bite)
Treat my bitch the worst, yeah
Tryna' put a stick in her purse,
B 
Ebm 
yeah (whoa)
B 
You could take me out the streets
Ebm 
But the streets will never
B 
be outta me
Ebm 
I don't gotta prove myself for shit
B 
If you run up on me, you gon' see
Ebm 
(right now)
Chirp, chirp, chirp, yeah
I get birds for sure, yeah
Lurk, lurk, lurk, yeah
One call, killers gon' lurk,
yeah (lurkin')
Lately, it feel like everybody tryna
B 
get reactions out of me
Ebm 
Gotta play it cool on the internet
B 
But I'm a savage in reality
Ebm 
Two   hundred plus on the digital

Verse 5
Ebm 
dash
200k, that's in physical cash
Stop all the hate with your miserable ass
Got me your shorty,
your physical bad (yeah)
Run it up, you could put it on my tab
B 
Shit that I got, I thought I'd never have
Ebm 
Fresh off the lot,
I got on paper tags
Smokin' exotic, you can't get a drag
Long laces and my shorts Rick Owen
Turn off the lights and my
B 
Ebm 
neck still glowin'
Bbm 
Ebm 
I'm   the type pull  up with
vibes and they blowin'
Where I'm from,
people get shot when it's snowin'
Bbm 
Ebm 
My brother can't read but
he still got a sentence
Had to fall back,
B 
now I'm back with a vengeance
Ebm 
I get 'em short and I
stack up my tennis
Bbm 
Empty my bank  account,
Ebm 
then  I replenish

Verse 6
Ebm 
Yeah, I eat good, I'm stackin' up
calories
B 
Poppin' these pills, I burn 'em off
Ebm 
Got   a new coupe,
seats peanut butter tan
I'm drivin' 'round the city
with the top off (skrrt)
Started out broke as a joke with a plan
B 
I turned into the top dog
Ebm 
Came  from the streets,
got a lot of respect
It don't cost to get 'em
knocked off

Verse 7
Ebm 
Brrt, brrt, brrt, yeah
Bullets, they bite they hurt, yeah (bite)
Treat my bitch the worst, yeah
Tryna' put a stick in her purse,
B 
Ebm 
yeah (whoa)
B 
You could take me out the streets
Ebm 
But the streets will never
B 
be outta me
Ebm 
I don't gotta prove myself for shit
B 
If you run up on me, you gon' see
Ebm 
(right now)
Chirp, chirp, chirp, yeah
I get birds for sure, yeah
Lurk, lurk, lurk, yeah
One call, killers gon' lurk,
B 
Ebm 
yeah (lurkin')
Lately, it feel like everybody tryna
B 
get reactions out of me
Ebm 
Gotta play it cool on the internet
B 
But I'm a savage in reality