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