Chords
[Intro]
Gm Dm Gm Dm Gm Dm Gm Dm
Gm D
Gm D Astro,Gm D yeah
Gm Dm GmSun is down, freezin' Dcold
That's how we alGmready know winter's Dhere
My dawg would probably Gmdo it for a Louis belt D
That's just all he Gmknow, he don't know nothin' else Dm
I tried to show 'em,Gm D yeah
Gm D I tried to show 'em,Gm D yeah,Gm yeah Dm
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Gm Gone on you with the pick and roll D
Young La Flame, he in sicko mode
[Theme 1-1]
Gm Dmaj7 Woo,Dmaj7 made this here with all the ice on in the booth
At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose
Yeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys, hoppin' out coupes
This shit way too big when we pull up give me the loot
(gimme the loot!)
Was off the Remy, had a Papoose
Had to hit my old town to duck the news
Two four hour lockdown, we made no moves
Now it's 4AM and I'm back up poppin' with the crew
I just landed in, Chase B mix this pop like Jamba Juice
Different colored chains, think my jeweler really sellin' fruits
And they chokin', man, know the crackers wish it was a noose
Someone said
[Interlude 1]
To Dmaj7win the retreat, we all in too deep
Playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
Playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak
[Theme 1-2]
Dmaj7 This shit way too formal, y'all know I don't follow suit
Stacey Dash, most of these girls ain't got a clue
All of these hoes I made off records I produced
I might take all my exes and put 'em all in a group
Hit my esés, I need the bootch
'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo
Told her "hop in, you comin' too"
In the 305, bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke
Had to slop the top off, it's just a roof
She said "where we goin'?" I said "the moon"
We ain't even make it to the room
She thought it was the ocean, it's just the pool
Now I got her open, it's just the Goose
Who put this shit together? I'm the Dmaj7glue (someone said)
[Interlude 2]
Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue
Someone said
Playin' for keeps
Someone said, motherfucker
Someone said
Don't play us for weak
[Interlude 3]
D#m Yah!
Astro, yeah, yeah
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
D#m She's in Blove with who I am
A#mBack in high school, I used to G#mbus it to the dance
D#mNow I hit the FBO with Bduffels in my hands
A#mI did half a Xan, thirteen G#mhours 'til I land
[Theme 2-1]
Had me D#mout like a light, ayy,
yeah, like a light, ayy
Like a light, ayy
Slept through the flight, ayy
Knocked for the night, ayy, 767, man
This shit got double bedroom, man
I still got A#mscores to settle, man
I D#mcrept down the block (down the block)
Made a right, yeah
Cut the lights, (yeah, what) paid the price (yeah)
Niggas think it's sweet, (nah, never) it's on sight (yeah, what?)
Nothin' nice, (yeah) baguettes A#min my ice (aww, D#mman)
Jesus Christ, (yeah) checks over stripes (yeah)
That's what I like, (yeah) that's what we like (yeah)
Lost my respect, you not a threat
When I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like I'm Sheck
See the D#mshots that I took, (ayy) wet like I'm Book (ayy)
Wet like I'm Lizzie
I be spinnin' Valley, circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy (yeah, what?)
Like where is he? (yeah, what?)
No one seen him (yeah, yeah)
I'm A#mtryna clean 'em (yeah)
[Theme 2-2]
D#m She's in love with who I am
Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance
Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands
I did half a Xan, thirteen hours A#m'til I land
Had me D#mout like a light (like a light)
Like a light (like a light)
Like a light (like a light)
Like a light
Yeah, passed the dawgs a celly
Sendin' texts, ain't sendin' kites, yeah
He said "keep that on lock"
I say "you know this A#mshit, it's stife", yeah
D#m It's absolute, yeah I'm back, reboot
LaFerrari to Jamba Juice, yeah
We back on the road, they jumpin' off, no parachute, yeah
Shawty in the back
She said she workin' A#mon her glutes, yeah
D#m Ain't by the book, yeah, this how it look, yeah
'Bout a check, yeah, just check the foots, yeah
Pass this to my daughter, I'ma show her what it took
Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook
Yeah
[Outro]
D#m
