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