Key: F minor•
Verse 1
Db
Cm
I think they want more
C
Db
Fuck drip, I'm making it pour
Db
Cm
take her on tour
C
Db
D
she like tak ing it raw
Db
Raised in a time where man love beef on the net
Db
my respect
Verse 2
Taking my time to achieve
D
Db
I just got the keys to the
Cm
C
D
AP, next need a Patek (bling)
Db
D
Db
Plaques don't even gas me no more
If they can go platinum, anyone can
Fm
Db
Chatting 'bout big stats in your raps
Fm
Db
Hands up if you made a mil before twenty-
Bm
Db
Gbm
one gang (gang, gang)
Db
Tryna get bad, you could never set levels
on man (no)
Bm
Db
Plastic gangsters gabbing
on 'Gram
Love rapping 'bout trap but the package
don't land
whole advance
Db
C
You still wan' chat shit and throw
D
Db
shade on man
F
Db
He rap 'bout a wap but don't
make it bang
Fm
F
Rap 'bout the trap but don't
Fm
Db
take no chance
Fm
Db
All I hear is "Blam it" and "Shave
him"
C
Fm
Pussy hole, save it, bluffin', let's face it
D
Db
brother'll take it (woo)
The ends is bait, gotta stay composed
D
Db
if you're sending weight
F
D
Made some dough so your friends
turned snake
C
F
Fm
Can't make man bro if he entered late
Db
D
Jump off stage, tell him,
They say, "No,
10K", had to end that straight
Man, don't play in the
ends I'm raised
Best show some respect
Db
I think
Verse 3
they want more
Fuck drip, I'm making it pour
(making it pour)
Great on all- fours, oh, she my baby,
Fm
F
Fm
take her on tour
(woo, woo)
Fm
Db
and she like taking it raw
Fm
Still in my bits, you can ask 'em Never chat shit, don't
Verse 4
Young Aitch, big
boss, I'm the captain
C
Db
Real life goals, you cap
Gb
Db
on your captions
Bm
Db
Gassed on Snapchat flappin' the
tantrum
mansion (woo)
But listen, the difference is
F
Db
You're a joke, I'm a GOAT
I don't know what the bitching is
Fm
Db
You can talk but I live this shit
D
Db
C
Been up inside that room full of mics
Cm
C
Db
On the set getting ready to spin some kid
Gb
C
Cm
Been up inside that ride full of guys
With a boot full of food,
Db
D
Db
D
Db
getting ready to spin this whip (woo)
Fm
Db
Fm
Not a lot of man been this sick
never liked diamonds
Now I go blind when I flick this wrist (woo, bling,
woo)
C
Db
D
Get caught in the trap if your fingers slip
Db
D
I think they want more
Verse 5
Db
Fuck drip, I'm making it pour
Great on all- fours, oh, she my baby,
Cm
Fm
Db
She likes the taste of the Aitch and she like taking it (ooh)
Fm
Outro 1
Db
Cm
Fm
Bm
Db
Cm
Bm
Db
Cm
Db
Cm
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