[Chorus]
Am
Hey we used to
Am Am Am
I don't fuck around with these dudes, no, they just run they mouth
Am Am
Until their luck runs out, I said I ain't what you're used to
Am Am
I don't fuck around with these dudes, no, They just run they mouth
Am
Until their luck runs out
[Verse]
Am
I get it you're so tough and stuff
Am
Big ol' pickup trucks and huntin' bucks
Am
I'll bet you a hundred bucks I ran out of fucks
Am A
And you ain't good at fightin' so you learned how to duck
Am
Run tuck and tell it ain't ever fuckin' fail
Am
I don't give a fuck about Yale I grew up tough as nails
Am
I ain't worried about bail I got money by the bales
Am
And I ain't talkin' 'bout hay I'm talkin' 'bout sales
Am
You ain't talkin' 'bout shit unless you talkin' 'bout me
Am
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]
Am
Yeah Bubba shit's about to get ugly
Am
I'm old school but the new school love me
Am
Two lanes run with me or from me
Am
Don't gamble with your life boy you ain't that lucky
[Chorus]
Am Am Am
I ain't what you used to, I don't fuck around with these dudes, no
Am Am
They just run they mouth, Until their luck runs out
Am
I said I ain't what you're used to, I don't fuck around with these dudes, no
Am Am
They just run they mouth,
Dm Am
Until their luck runs out, I said I ain't what you're used to
Am Am
I don't fuck around with these dudes, no
Am
They just run they mouth
Am
Until their luck runs out, I said I ain't what you're used to
Am Am Am
I don't fuck around with these dudes, no, They just run they mouth
Dm Am
Until their luck runs out
[Verse]
Am
Pickin' and grinnin' steadily winnin'
Am
I ain't surprised I had what it took from the beginnin'
Am Am
I was full speed runnin' them over makein' fools bleed
Am
Trainin' rookies for the big leagues indeed, Man I hope you have fantasy points
Am
I'm offensively dangerous when I'm bangin' these joints
Am
Bases loaded and a full count, oww
Am Am
You gotta pitch to me now I'm knockin' that shit out, Callin' my shot
Am
I drop a hundred videos all of them hot
Am
A-Cal asked coulda I said "boy stop"
Am
It'd be my pleasure to cook it up on hot
Am
I bridge a gap from the mud to them hicks up top
Am
'Till the whole maps covered I shit you not
Am
I'll be sittin' on green for the beat to drop
Am
Indian style, haha
[Chorus]
Am
I ain't what you used to
Am
I don't fuck around with these dudes, no
Am
They just run they mouth
Am
Until their luck runs out
Am
I said "I ain't what you're used to"
Am
I don't fuck around with these dudes, no
Am
They just run they mouth
Am Am
Until their luck runs out
[Outro]
Am Am Am Am
Am Am Em
- 1. Chord Gitar Adam Calhoun - Whiskey Fiddle Kunci Dasar - Chords.id (Nada Dasar G)
- 2. Ganti Chord Gitar Adam Calhoun - Whiskey Fiddle Kunci Dasar - Chords.id (Nada Dasar G)
- 3. Author Lagu Andra Ramadhan