capo: 4th fret
[chorus]
Am
Yeah mm, ayy
Em Am
Big stepper like big meech, mhm
Em
I was taught to go and get
Am
It straight up out the mud, lil’ nigga, ayy
Em
Murder, murder, murder
Am
Keep my slugs my nigga, ayy
Em C
I was taught to never show no love, my nigga
Em C
Pop a xanax, i ain’t never had no feelings
Em
What i got planned next?
C
Gotta put the stars in the ceilings
Em
Slidin’ down fairfax,
C
Nigga i was plottin’ on the million
Em
I want a billion
Am
Nigga, so that’s on god i ain’t chillin’
[verse (1)]
Em Am
Yeah, ha ha, perky, perky, dirty soda
Em Am
Ayy, only talk bags on the motorola
Em Am
Ayy, push the hellcat like an old corolla
Em Am
Ayy, i’ma let these racks talk for me nigga
Em
Bitch and i ride with the shooters, ayy
Am
Made my cousin a killer
Em
In that ’15, i was neighborhood drug dealer
Am
i’m so cold hearted
Em
I can’t show no love, nigga
Am Em
but i fuck that bitch to partynextdoor “persian rugs, ” nigga, uh
Am Em
bought a brand new ‘ap, it was 50, 000 total
Am Em
it feel like the flu game, when i sold out the novo
Am Em
i had to finesse and get the bag, i had mad dough though
Am Em
if he ain’t tryna go get the safe, i get it crackin’ solo
[chorus]
Am
Yeah mm, ayy
Em Am
Big stepper like big meech, mhm
Em
I was taught to go and get
Am
It straight up out the mud, lil’ nigga, ayy
Em
Murder, murder, murder
Am
Keep my slugs my nigga, ayy
Em C
I was taught to never show no love, my nigga
Em C
Pop a xanax, i ain’t never had no feelings
Em
What i got planned next?
C
Gotta put the stars in the ceilings
Em
Slidin’ down fairfax,
C
Nigga i was plottin’ on the million
Em
I want a billion
Nigga, so that’s on god i ain’t chillin’
[verse (2)]
C Em
Bird vision, band camp
C
Had a bad bitch put a 100, 000 in her spandex
Em Am
that 100 that made me million
Em
I got it laminated
Am
Can’t fuck with none of these broke niggas
Em
They contaminated
Am
Thank god for all of these blue faces
Em
I barely done made it
Am
Made 40, 000 on new years
Em
Took a private to vegas
Am
I been on promethazine so long
Em
When i’m slidin’ i’m faded
Am
I been tryin’ to get a crib so long
Em
Now i got it, it’s gated
C
I been touchin’ all of these millions
Em
I know they gon’ hate it
C
My chef cook up filet mignon
Em
Got sauce and then ate it
Am
Nigga i been ballin’ every season like kobe with eight
Em
all these niggas gon’ hate
Am
i stayed down and got rich
Em
now i’m fuckin’ on this lil’ baby
[chorus]
Am
Yeah mm, ayy
Em Am
Big stepper like big meech, mhm
Em
I was taught to go and get
Am
It straight up out the mud, lil’ nigga, ayy
Em
Murder, murder, murder
Am
Keep my slugs my nigga, ayy
Em C
I was taught to never show no love, my nigga
Em C
Pop a xanax, i ain’t never had no feelings
Em
What i got planned next?
C
Gotta put the stars in the ceilings
Em
Slidin’ down fairfax,
C
Nigga i was plottin’ on the million
Em
I want a billion
Am
Nigga, so that’s on god i ain’t chillin’
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