Key: G minor•
Verse 1
Dm
Gm
T time, T time, T time
Verse 2
Famous hoes lame
but they stay on my dick
You talk to the cops on some therapist shit
Gm
Dm
Eb
You act like you love this American shit
work on the fluke
Now you wanna go and inherit the shit
Gm
Dm
Don't talk to the boy 'bout
comparisons, shit
Or come to the boy on some arrogant shit
Gm
Dm
The weapons we got
are some terrorist shit
She askin' for bread for her parents and shit
Gm
Dm
I told her, "I don't got no cash"
And she said she gon' wait on a rack,
on some Arabic shit
Eb
I pull out a million and stare at the shit
'cause a wire just hit
My schedule's out,
come spin us, for real
Man, fuck all that spinnin'
the narrative shit
bought from your boss
Give a fuck about all of that heritage shit
Since V not around,
the members done hung up the Louis
repairing some shit
Don't come to the boy
about sparing some shit
You lucky that Vogue was suing
'Cause I would've been with the
Eb
Am
Cm
Bb
Dm
Gm
Wassas in Paris and shit
Verse 3
Am
Dm
Gm
And they scared of the seven
Dm
(seven)
After one- three then we turn
Keep this shit open like
They think I'm satanic,
I keep me a reverend
Dm
Lil' shawty a therapist, poppin' her shit
She ushered my way then she
"Free Jeffrey"
Gm
Connect collect calls right off of the celly
not talkin' 'bout Belly
Gm
Dm
Gm
been ready (T, ah), yeah
Is you fucking crazy? Is you f- (yeah, stoned,
let's go)
Wrappin' the cheese, wrap around me 'cause I've
Eb
Gm
Chocolate AP and chocolate the Vs (Vs), got
Bb
Eb
Gm
Burn a athlete like it's calories, find another flame hot as me,
Eb
bitch
Interlude 1
Am
Cm
Gm
Dm
Gm
Am
Verse 4
is you fucking crazy? (Uh)
Is you fucking crazy? (What?)
Is you fucking crazy?
(Nah, nah)
Is you fucking crazy? Uh
F
Am
Is you fucking crazy? (Nah)
Is you f- , is you f-
Is you fucking crazy?
F
Dm
I met these Texas boys and
Verse 5
Bm
Dm
ran it up a couple,
Dm
I'll fuck a nigga bitch but she can't have
Em
Am
the baby (have the baby)
I'll shoot your ass in Walmart like
I'm DaBaby (in Walmart)
The boy going Lionel Messi,
I go Tom Brady (woo)
Used to wear the bust down back
in my old days (woo)
Now I let the chains hang,
you gotta tuck yours maybe (tuck it, tuck it)
Em
Am
I'm that in real life
Dm
Is you fucking crazy or what? Is you fucking
crazy? (Fuckin' crazy)
Am
Man, the club ain't been the same since we
lost Mercedes (straight up)
Man, the clique ain't been the same since
they lost the greatest (nah, nah, nah)
We outside with the army,
so you need the- , uh
Them boys rollin' all brown like
they whippin' gravy
Make a circus outside like it's
Barnum's Bailey (it's lit)
Blicky hanging on my side,
it's like it's really banging (blicky, blicky, blicky)
She move her panties to the side,
she want it raw when faded (huh, huh, huh, huh)
Verse 6
Is you fucking crazy?
Is you fucking crazy or what?
Is you fucking crazy? Uh
Is you fucking crazy or what?
Dm
Am
Is you f- , is you fuckin'-
Outro 1
Is you fucking crazy?
Am
Bb
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
Bb
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
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TunerE A D G B E
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