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