[Chorus]
Em
Hey we used to
Em Em Em
I don't fuck around with these dudes, no, they just run they mouth
Em Em
Until their luck runs out, I said I ain't what you're used to
Em Em
I don't fuck around with these dudes, no, They just run they mouth
Em
Until their luck runs out
[Verse]
Em
I get it you're so tough and stuff
Em
Big ol' pickup trucks and huntin' bucks
Em
I'll bet you a hundred bucks I ran out of fucks
Em E
And you ain't good at fightin' so you learned how to duck
Em
Run tuck and tell it ain't ever fuckin' fail
Em
I don't give a fuck about Yale I grew up tough as nails
Em
I ain't worried about bail I got money by the bales
Em
And I ain't talkin' 'bout hay I'm talkin' 'bout sales
Em
You ain't talkin' 'bout shit unless you talkin' 'bout me
Em
Come say it to my face you gonna talk without teeth
N.C.
Oh me oh my made his old lady lie
N.C.
Made his old dog die seen that old boy cry
[Bridge]
Em
Yeah Bubba shit's about to get ugly
Em
I'm old school but the new school love me
Em
Two lanes run with me or from me
Em
Don't gamble with your life boy you ain't that lucky
[Chorus]
Em Em Em
I ain't what you used to, I don't fuck around with these dudes, no
Em Em
They just run they mouth, Until their luck runs out
Em
I said I ain't what you're used to, I don't fuck around with these dudes, no
Em Em
They just run they mouth,
Am Em
Until their luck runs out, I said I ain't what you're used to
Em Em
I don't fuck around with these dudes, no
Em
They just run they mouth
Em
Until their luck runs out, I said I ain't what you're used to
Em Em Em
I don't fuck around with these dudes, no, They just run they mouth
Am Em
Until their luck runs out
[Verse]
Em
Pickin' and grinnin' steadily winnin'
Em
I ain't surprised I had what it took from the beginnin'
Em Em
I was full speed runnin' them over makein' fools bleed
Em
Trainin' rookies for the big leagues indeed, Man I hope you have fantasy points
Em
I'm offensively dangerous when I'm bangin' these joints
Em
Bases loaded and a full count, oww
Em Em
You gotta pitch to me now I'm knockin' that shit out, Callin' my shot
Em
I drop a hundred videos all of them hot
Em
A-Cal asked coulda I said "boy stop"
Em
It'd be my pleasure to cook it up on hot
Em
I bridge a gap from the mud to them hicks up top
Em
'Till the whole maps covered I shit you not
Em
I'll be sittin' on green for the beat to drop
Em
Indian style, haha
[Chorus]
Em
I ain't what you used to
Em
I don't fuck around with these dudes, no
Em
They just run they mouth
Em
Until their luck runs out
Em
I said "I ain't what you're used to"
Em
I don't fuck around with these dudes, no
Em
They just run they mouth
Em Em
Until their luck runs out
[Outro]
Em Em Em Em
Em Em Em
- 1. Chord Gitar Adam Calhoun - Whiskey Fiddle Kunci Dasar - Chords.id
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