[Intro]
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We got London on da Track
[Chorus]
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You mad, nigga, your adrenaline rushin', it feel like a bus, but I'm whippin' the Wraith
Fm
Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings, only got me feelin' a way
A#m
I ain't sayin' I'm addicted, Adderall prescripted, fuck it 'cause I don't feel the pain
Fm
Let a nigga touch my chain, fuck it, nigga, kill him, fuck it, they can take me away
[Post-Chorus]
A#m
I got my dawgs in this bitch, I know they gon' shoot shit up
Fm
And my lil' brother turned to a drummer. Walked him outside, now he got the llama
A#m
I took that Maybach where the J's at. Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers
Fm
All my niggas know run up them numbers. Fuck it, run up them numbers
[Verse 1]
A#m
Run up them numbers. OKC, you don't want no thunder
Fm
The old Tracy McGrady, the one. OKC, you don't want no thunder, yeah
A#m
Christian the sweater, Okay, Christian Dior the sweater
Fm
The double R came with the umbrella
F7
When I put the hoodie on, it get realer, yeah.
A#m
Put a hundred thousand in my Prada jeans. Got some little homies, got some prodigies
Fm
And I spent five hundred on Prada tees. Made it out the projects, poppin' overseas
A#m
Shawty gave me sloppy toppy on the seat. I make some calls, you can't cop the fleet
Fm F7
Gotta be an antisocial gangster 'cause the feds watchin' my tweets
[Chorus]
A#m
You mad, nigga, your adrenaline rushin', it feel like a bus, but I'm whippin' the Wraith
Fm
Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings, only got me feelin' a way
A#m
I ain't sayin' I'm addicted, Adderall prescripted, fuck it 'cause I don't feel the pain
Fm
Let a nigga touch my chain, fuck it, nigga, kill him, fuck it, they can take me away
[Post-Chorus]
A#m
I got my dawgs in this bitch, I know they gon' shoot shit up
Fm
And my lil' brother turned to a drummer. Walked him outside, now he got the llama
A#m
I took that Maybach where the J's at. Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers
Fm
All my niggas know run up them numbers. Fuck it, run up them numbers
[Verse 2]
A#m
Fuck it, I ran up the numbers, piped up like a plumber and sold all the bundles (Sold all the bundles)
Fm
I paid off the debt to your honor and went got some commas and commas and commas (Racks)
A#m
You let it get to your head, yeah, I remember when you was a runner (You was a runner)
Fm
I heard you got snatched by the feds, yeah, say you willin' to tell 'em whatever (Yeah)
A#m
I still be killin' in projects, even though I been runnin' them numbers up
Fm
They used to tell me I'm not next, I'm like look at me now, I'm in front of them
A#m
And I just hope you never set me up, my lifestyle too irregular
Fm
And I don't know how I'ma trust again, I swear
F7
Audemars might fuck up your eyes, yeah
A#m
I bust down a piece of the pie, yeah. I wanna speed off in a Cayenne (Speed off in a Cayenne)
Fm
I got a cup full of Hi-Tech. Have a pool party with the posse (Pool party with the posse)
A#m
We be the talk of the topic. These fuck niggas don't where the drop at (Uh)
Fm
They won't want us ridin' in the drophead. And he mad that my bitch got a Masi'
[Chorus]
A#m
You mad, nigga, your adrenaline rushin', it feel like a bus, but I'm whippin' the Wraith
Fm
Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings, only got me feelin' a way
A#m
I ain't sayin' I'm addicted, Adderall prescripted, fuck it 'cause I don't feel the pain
Fm
Let a nigga touch my chain, fuck it, nigga, kill him, fuck it, they can take me away
[Post-Chorus]
A#m
I got my dawgs in this bitch, I know they gon' shoot shit up
Fm
And my lil' brother turned to a drummer. Walked him outside, now he got the llama
A#m
I took that Maybach where the J's at. Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers
Fm
All my niggas know run up them numbers
F7
Fuck it, run up them numbers
[outro]
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