Key: C major•
Verse 1
C
G
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
takin' my teeth off
Gotta get them all shinin' like a star,
phone call
drippin' drippin' drippin' drippin'
Know we in, drippin' drippin' drippin'
In the streets, talkin', talkin',
talkin', they talkin'
us know that they talkin'
Fm
G
They tryna keep it on the low,
Don't you know, we got the stats, homie
Boy, we can see this, see that,
see we on the map
Takin' my teeth off,
grindin' in my phone call
Lookin' like a superstar,
people wanna know who you are
Ballin',
Sha -callin', never ever fallin'
Off and off, stayin' on,
goin' hard on the microphone
Breakin' boys, breakin' boys,
breakin' boys, breakin' boys
Pierce in their hearts,
get a night to the dark
Nah, we ain't fallin', nah,
we ain't foolin'
Foolin' around,
we come to get the crown
And my team is comin' with me,
haters sit behind me
Nah, you ain't got to freak and lie to me
Say all those things that aren't true
But that's alright,
we ain't got plans for you
What did you dare you to
post a story about me?
Kill a man with a rock, with a rock
And my pockets gon' get fatter,
fatter, fatter
Tell
Byron
Crawford I moved up your ladder
nobody stop me
Fm
G
Fm
I don't care how much money you got
Who you know, who you know
Man, my guy is the man on top, bro
Top, bro, top, bro
Cause we get freakin' real sick
handle it, handle it, handle it?
I know I can handle it,
but can you handle it?
people in the business
People talkin' about you,
Nah, man, yeah,
I don't think you want that
So if I was you, I think I would fall back
real ugly, ugly, ugly
Get in the mud, get in the mud,
get in the mud
We gon' see who's the real thug
We gon' see who got the real slugs
We gon' see who gon' hit ya, yeah
We gon' get ya, hit ya, hit ya
And everybody with ya
Make sure we got the right one
Yeah, you got the right one
Dangerous like a loaded gun
Gotta go off before it's too fun
Destroy you, destroy you, destroy you
And I don't care if I know you, know you
I'll show you that this ain't the man
that you need to play with, boy
And you don't need to talk about me,
boy, boy, boy, boy
I've been on top of the game, been had a name,
been runnin' around in nice things, and had shiny things, yeah
And
Mr.
Boy, please, stop this, stop this,
stop this, lies, lies, lies
I can't even see your eyes,
eyes, eyes, eyes
Cause you just make stuff up,
you don't even give a f**k
G
You don't even freakin' care that you freakin'
talkin' down on somebody tryin' to help you
it's all about you, right?
Yeah, it's all about you,
it ain't about nobody else
You and this are for yourself,
Said he's checking his head up,
Better, better, better, better
Said he's checking his head up,
and doing better
Nah, don't be fed up, man,
don't be fed up
Man, don't be fed up,
better keep your head up
Better keep my name out of your mouth
Yeah, I'm real slick, yeah,
I'm moving real quick
Yeah, I'm on top of it, on top of it
Yeah, me and my team's gon' fall,
fall, fall, fall, fall.
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