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