Intro: Young Thug
Dm7 F Gm/F F Bb/C Db
Yeah, yeah, ayy, woah
Dm F Gm Dm
Oh, no, hold on, yeah
verse 1: Young Thug
Dm F
I was just rollin' the dice, huh
Gm Bb
I was just tryna get by, I gambled my life, huh
Db7 Dm F
I fucked around, had a kid and he had to stay fly, whew
Gm Bb
I ain't give no fuck, I got fresh from the shit on the side
Db Dm
I pray to God I die in my sleep
F Gm
I pray my deaf brother don't run into the police
Bb
'Cause you tellin' him to put his hands up, he can't hear
Dm
Ain't goin' for deceased
F Gm Bb
These rookie police need to get trained, even in their sleep
Db Dm
Fuck around, make a nigga put it to your head lice, don't it?
Gm Bb
Come here, gon' tell you how to get that cheese, macaroni
Db Dm
Spent all my tour money on the ring
F Gm Bb Db
Told 'em, "Go 'head, get everything they fuckin' see," yeah
Dm
I grew my shit like I'm Mad Dog
F
I got a white and a black dog
Gm Bb
I swear now that he's on Adderall
Db
Look in my face, I'm on Adderall
Dm
Shawty more P than a Madden ball
F
Suck on that cat, I'm the baddest, dawg
Gm Bb
This sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce
Db Dm F
Yeah gon' pop a bean, join me
Gm Bb
Fairfax, we shoppin' spree, on me
Db Dm F
Hundred thousand dollars and mixin' leans, on me
Gm Bb Db
You better not have to OD on me, ayy
Dm F
Let's go to people town
Gm
Put somethin' in your account, bae
Bb
Now you don't need me around, yeah
Db Dm
She want me to play and I ain't with it
F
Yeah, gon' gon' ring around
Gm
Sing to her like Sean Garrett
Bb
I know my woes ready (my woes)
Dm
Tell me your card info (card info)
F
She don't got ego
Am
Loosen up her backbones (her backbones)
F
Bendin' her hardwood floors (woah)
Dm
Pussy wonderful (wonderful)
F
Uh, I came from rags to riches (woah)
Gm
She don't got time to clash with bitches
Bb Db
She buyin' bags for bitches
Dm
I'm 'bout to spazz, just listen
.F
I don't finish last, I win it, huh (win)
Gm
I beat that cat like Nitti, yeah
Bb
I bought a Jag with a Hemi, ayy
Dm
I throw a flag on these bitches, ayy
F
I wrapped up the last of these bitches
Gm
Foreign tags and American
Bb
Bring me a milli', I'll marry her, yeah
verse 2: Young Thug
Dm F
My dream just started workin'
Gm Bb
Come ride with me and it'll be gifts and curses
Db Dm F
I see you... drinkin' syrup, I see you workin
Gm
I see you...
Bb Db Dm
I can see that ass from the front, it done got big on me
F Gm
You can sit a cup on it and you can bid on it
Bb Db Dm
Real pimp, no jabroni, I'm not gon' sit on it
F Gm
Tour around the whole wo-o-orld, Bands on me
Bb
Got a whole lot of M's on me, ya dig? Hey
Dm
Whole lot of M's on me, hey
F
Big body Benz on me, hey
Gm
Ride Bentley trucks on E, hey
Bb
Bless you sneeze on me, hey
Dm
Lamborghini luxury (luxury)
F
Lamborghini merch on me (merch)
Gm
Lamborghini Merci', Merci'
Bb Db
Lamborghini murk-a, murk-a
Dm
Lamborghini wife with me, hey
F
Lamborghini price increased, hey
N.C.
Ayy, 400 bitches (hey) way I live (that's the way I live, hey)
Dm F
You just said free my bro (hey) now he back on in the Pen (hey)
Gm Bb
You ain't ever cracked a seal (hey) then you got a deal
Db
Pour that Actavis
verse 3: Trouble
Dm F
It wasn't like you had my back, no (no)
Homie you not have a whole spine
Gm Bb
Didn't ever wanna admit to the fact
That your baby boy was contemplatin' dyin'
Dm F
In the dream, yeah, I done seen you cryin'
Dream don't compare to what I done seen (yeah)
Gm Bb
They tried to kill me for nothin' (lived though)
Tell her yeah she got it bussin' (brrt)
Dm
Think about everybody else
F
I think once to myself, I think once to myself (not one time)
Am Bb
Only blamma to the left (damn) I'm up in the booth by myself
Dm
Never came for the fame, no (no)
F
I'm the same nigga, the same goals (same one)
Gm
Niggas hatin' for these lame hoes
Bb
Put that pussy on me, she been tamed though (pussy)
verse 4: Shad da God
Dm F
Actavis got me dreamin', Martin Luther (What you say?)
Gm Bb
Rolls Royces and diamonds, they wet like coochie (they lucky, wow)
Dm F
Boo right here sittin' with a K full of kick like Bruce Lee
Am Bb
And I, ah, ah, jewelry, I got a line on that jewelry
Dm F
Bitch on that, ayy, ayy, Malcolm X, tryna shoot me (shoot, shoot)
Gm Bb
Screamin' that, uh, got babies in that dually cruiser (woo)
Dm F
You juugin', you blessed, at your scene, blew bankroll like usual (bankroll)
Gm Bb Db
They chasin' the belt, I'm goin' so fast it look like they're in neutral (skrrt)
Dm
I was havin' some lean
F Gm
She wanna play with that Charlie Sheen
Bb
Put that bitch on a bean (hollup)
Dm F
She steady dreamin' 'bout lots of tings, she want lots of tings
Gm Bb
Yeah I'm smokin' a bag and killed that cat like curiosity
N.C.
All night I buy some rings and swear by me
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