Key: D minor
Verse 1
G#m
Ayy, it's so crazy 'cause I made this
F#sus4
song off another nigga feelings
Know what I'm saying? What he going
through with his bitch
E
Know what I'm saying? He
actually one of my dogs
Know what I'm saying, so, here you go
Verse 2
G#m
We ain't talk in a minute,
so don't hit me up
B
And I mix my feelings
with prescription drugs
G#m
When I fell to my knees,
E
you ain't pick me up
When I was down on my back,
you said I ain't rich enough
G#m
And we ain't gon' talk about no sex
'cause you ain't get it up
B
And I don't want you to suck my dick
'cause you ain't spit enough
G#m
E
You an ungrateful lil' bitch,
said I ain't spend enough
You told me you want your ass shots
'cause you ain't thick enough
G#m
I'm in the trenches with the sharks,
I ain't have a heart
B
Some nights I ain't wanna talk,
I left you in the dark
G#m
E
You was lurkin' on my page,
you became a narc
You was writing bitches back,
that shit went too far
G#m
And I carried you on my back
like I ain't have a car
B
You was kinda mad I hang
with murderers
E
Bitch, you Instagram famous,
but you not a star
Instagram famous, but you not a star
Verse 3
G#m
Bitch, I made you,
F#
took you out the hood and I saved you
B
While them other niggas tried to play you
E
G#m
B
Bitch you ungrateful, bitch you ungrateful,
E
bitch you un-
G#m
F#sus4
I ain't want a label, I ain't want a label
E
I ain't tryna be your friend,
or your man, or your husband
Verse 4
I don't want a label
G#m
You steady throwin' your pussy,
but I don't want none
B
I got a wife,
so after me you gotta fuck Von
G#m
Then Ikey,
E
then Booka, then it's more fun
I kick her out slick as hell,
G#m
tell her, "Store run"
I know a couple divas, they still a secret
B
The bitches I made eat it,
E
you would not believe it
This shit was never easy, I move strategic
Me and two, three singers,
we had a threesome
G#m
Back to back, fuckin' back to back,
off the Perky
B
Back to back, told her all them lies,
I was perfect
E
Always tryna run the streets deep,
I was thirsty
Gotta watch my back,
a lot of niggas tryna hurt me
G#m
That's why I keep my
B
.50 and my .30
Niggas ain't on shit,
E
they washed up, detergent
Big Backwood', sat back and burned it
G#m
I'm better, hot like a furnace, yeah
Verse 5
Bitch, I made you,
E
took you out the hood and I saved you
B
While them other niggas tried to play you
E
G#m
B
Bitch you un grateful, bitch you ungrateful,
E
bitch you un-
G#m
F#sus4
I ain't want a label, I ain't want a label
E
I ain't tryna be your friend,
or your man, or your husband
Outro 1
I don't want a label
G#m
B
E
G#m
B
E
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