Autograph (On My Line)

[Refrain]
N.C.
Why you mad, why you mad?

Why you mad, why you mad?

That’s all I wanna know

You’re lookin’ like a joke, dry humor at the most
N.C.
Steady chokin’ on your shade, like a dick in your throat

Well, if you’re gonna throw shade my way

Maybe you should throw with a little more aim

It’s a cold day in hell when they dirty up your name
N.C.
They don’t got no business talkin’ in the first place, I’m freezin’

(Freezin’, bitch, I’m freezin’)

[Chorus]
Fmaj7
All these fuck niggas on my line
Am
Damn, nigga, you must wanna die tonight
C
Yeah, I rock a choker with a .45
Dm7
And I know some niggas that are down to ride
Fmaj7
All these hatin’ bitches on my line
Am
Damn, bitch, you must wanna fuck tonight
C
Let me guess, you’re my biggest fan, right?
Dm7
You wanted an autograph
Fmaj7
All you had to do was ask, woah

[Verse 1]
Am
Uh, but you lookin’ like a asshole
C
Up on Twitter and you lookin’ mad, woah
Dm7
Talkin’ ’bout me, but you lookin’ bad, woah
Fmaj7
Like the ugly daughter that I never had, woah

And what’s up with these lames?
Am
Got my name in they mouth like they swallowin’ my children
C
I never got why niggas hate
Dm7
It’s probably ’cause I’m doin’ better than them, anyway
Fmaj7
It’s probably ’cause I get they bitches wetter, anyway
Am
It’s probably ’cause I’m livin’ and they’re in a lower place
C
They’re walkin’ in their sorrows, while I’m vibin’ out in space
Dm7
Crash land just to take they girl on a dinner date
Fmaj7
When haters see me winnin’ they just hyperventilate
Am
They always try to stop me, but I never hesitate
C
Just follow all your dreams and when you reach them, celebrate
Dm7
That’s the only way to truly make a hater suffocate

[Refrain]

Why you mad, why you mad?
Am
Why you mad, why you mad?

That’s all I wanna know
C
You’re lookin’ like a joke, dry humor at the most
Dm7
Steady chokin’ on your shade like a dick in your throat
Fmaj7
Well, if you’re gonna throw shade my way
Am
Maybe you should throw with a little more aim
C
It’s a cold day in hell when they dirty up your name
Dm7
They don’t got no business talkin’ in the first place, I’m freezin’

[Verse 2]
Fmaj7
(Uh) But these haters not breathin’
Am
Stevie Wonder to these haters, no seein’ (Uh)
C
And I don’t believe it
Dm7
They hate me, hate me for no reason

[Bridge]
Fmaj7 Am C
They hate me for no reason, woah
Dm7
Oh-oh-oh

Why you mad? Why you mad? Why you mad? Why you mad? That's all I wanna know You lookin' like a joke Dry humor at the most Steady chokin' on your shade Like a dick in your throat Well if you're gonna throw shade my way Maybe you should throw with a little more aim It's a cold day in Hell when they dirty up your name They ain't got no business talkin' in the first place I'm freezin' (I'm freezin') All these fuck niggas on my line Damn nigga you must wanna die tonight Yeah, I rock a choker with a .45 And I know some niggas that are down to ride All these hatin' bitches on my line Damn bitch, you must wanna fuck tonight Let me guess, you're my biggest fan, right? You want an autograph, all you had to do was ask, woah But you lookin' like an asshole Up on Twitter and you lookin' mad woke Talkin' 'bout me but you lookin' bad, woah Like the ugly daughter that I never had, woah And what's up with these niggas? Got my name in they mouth like they swallowing my children I never get why niggas hate It's probably 'cause I'm doin' better than them anyway It's probably 'cause I get they bitches wetter anyway It's probably 'cause I'm livin' and I'm in a lower place They walkin' in their slums while I'm vibin' outer space Crash land just to take they girl on a dinner date When haters see me winnin' they just hyperventilate They always try to stop me but I never hesitate Just follow all your dreams, and when you reach them celebrate That's the only way to truly make a hater suffocate All these fuck niggas on my line Damn nigga you must wanna die tonight Yeah, I rock a choker with a .45 And I know some niggas that are down to ride All these hatin' bitches on my line Damn bitch, you must wanna fuck tonight Let me guess, you're my biggest fan, right? You want an autograph, all you had to do was ask, woah Why you mad? Why you mad? Why you mad? Why you mad? That's all I wanna know You lookin' like a joke Dry humor at the most Steady chokin' on your shade Like a dick in your throat Well if you're gonna throw shade my way Maybe you should throw with a little more aim It's a cold day in Hell when they dirty up your name They ain't got no business talkin' in the first place I'm freezin', uh But these haters not breathin' Stevie Wonder to these haters, no seein', uh And I don't believe it Hate me, hate me for no reason They hate me for no reason, oh All these fuck niggas on my line Damn nigga you must wanna die tonight Yeah, I rock a choker with a .45 And I know some niggas that are down to ride All these hatin' bitches on my line Damn bitch, you must wanna fuck tonight Let me guess, you're my biggest fan, right? You want an autograph, all you had to do was ask, woah

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