Key: C# minor
Verse 1
Yeah
RTB shit
Let that bitch breathe
Verse 2
Yeah
Am
E
Coast to coast whips,
I done fell asleep,
send the addy in the morning
I be in the Lam,
you know I got sick of those
Green with the Off- White,
E
Am
call me Pic colo
Niggas loose as hell,
leave the crib without a stick to tote
Tired of the club,
Verse 3
know we do this often
QP of the Larry Bird, I'm in Boston
Opp think he on,
I'ma have my nigga off him
Made it out the hood,
bitch you know I had to roll the dice
You rockin fake diamonds, ears green,
Money on my head, shit, that's cool,
I'm prone to lice
Was kickin bitches out of the
If I'm zonin right
Damn, I meant three- two
Hit him in his lip, look like Fantas
E
Am
ia when we see you
Ballin like the Answer,
I'm in Philly like an Eagle
In Flint we RTB, but in Miami we The Beatles
I told that bitch, you stuffin to Kentucky,
then I need you
Pull up to the hood Drac'd up,
Verse 4
know I keep two
we in Cali with them foreigns
I done fell asleep,
send the addy in the morning
I be in the Lam,
you in Challys, bitch you boring
Why you call my phone? Bitch
you know that I am recording
Got some more Diors, man
you know I got sick of those
Green with the Off- White,
call me Piccolo
Niggas loose as hell,
leave the crib without a stick to tote
Verse 5
Am
RTB, nigga
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