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[Verse 1: Sage the Gemini]
Em
Woah, ayy, ayy, ayy
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I just knocked a bitch up at Sundays
Em G F#m
Hit my whip, make yo nigga be like, "One day", ayy
Em G F#m
You turn me down, now it's too late
Em G F#m
All these diamonds got my exes saying, "Touché"
Em G F#m
Yeah, I don't fuck with you, you the opposite
Em G F#m
You was hating when a nigga became opulent
Em G F#m
Woah, on the freeway flying
Em G F#m
I'm fresh to death, but I don't plan on dying
Em G F#m
Touchdown, lil' nigga, we don't do punts
Em G F#m
Extendo out the window, no, not two blunts
Em G F#m
Young nigga front a flex me and all my flaws
Em G F#m
I used to live in , me and all my dogs
Em G F#m
It wasn't one, so I made a way
Em G F#m
Hopped up out the Bentley dressing like I'm TJ Fadeaway
Em G F#m
Got these hoes jocking me, yeah, me and
Em G F#m
Pull up on the block, pumping bass, hella 808
[Verse 2: Lil Yase]
Em G F#m
Whoa, whoa, I, I, I, I, goddamn
Em G F#m
Young nigga, pull up in a red Lamb
Em G F#m
Two tone trunk and I shoulda made my ram
Em G F#m
Nigga in LA like the motherfuckin' Rams
Em G F#m
I don't want your weed, nigga, you be smoking
Em G F#m
Next week, nigga, catch me at the Summer Jam
Em G F#m
Kick her in her ass,
Em G F#m
Getting my respect like I'm the motherfucking grands
Em G F#m
sorry 'bout the pause
Em G F#m
I'ma do a nigga like
Em G F#m
saying fuck the law
Em G F#m
I be doing me so I hope you doing y'all
Em G F#m
or please don't even call
Em G F#m
see me, then they fall
Em G F#m
Niggas in my DM,
Em G F#m
They be in my shows, I don't see 'em like I'm Charles
Em G F#m
I'ma run it up, let that nigga
Em G F#m
I don't know her name, but that bitch, she in my drawers[Verse 1: Sage the Gemini]
Em
Woah, ayy, ayy, ayy
Em G F#m
I just knocked a bitch up at Sundays
Em G F#m
Hit my whip, make yo nigga be like, "One day", ayy
Em G F#m
You turn me down, now it's too late
Em G F#m
All these diamonds got my exes saying, "Touché"
Em G F#m
Yeah, I don't fuck with you, you the opposite
Em G F#m
You was hating when a nigga became opulent
Em G F#m
Woah, on the freeway flying
Em G F#m
I'm fresh to death, but I don't plan on dying
Em G F#m
Touchdown, lil' nigga, we don't do punts
Em G F#m
Extendo out the window, no, not two blunts
Em G F#m
Young nigga front a flex me and all my flaws
Em G F#m
I used to live in , me and all my dogs
Em G F#m
It wasn't one, so I made a way
Em G F#m
Hopped up out the Bentley dressing like I'm TJ Fadeaway
Em G F#m
Got these hoes jocking me, yeah, me and
Em G F#m
Pull up on the block, pumping bass, hella 808
[Verse 2: Lil Yase]
Em G F#m
Whoa, whoa, I, I, I, I, goddamn
Em G F#m
Young nigga, pull up in a red Lamb
Em G F#m
Two tone trunk and I shoulda made my ram
Em G F#m
Nigga in LA like the motherfuckin' Rams
Em G F#m
I don't want your weed, nigga, you be smoking
Em G F#m
Next week, nigga, catch me at the Summer Jam
Em G F#m
Kick her in her ass,
Em G F#m
Getting my respect like I'm the motherfucking grands
Em G F#m
sorry 'bout the pause
Em G F#m
I'ma do a nigga like
Em G F#m
saying fuck the law
Em G F#m
I be doing me so I hope you doing y'all
Em G F#m
or please don't even call
Em G F#m
see me, then they fall
Em G F#m
Niggas in my DM,
Em G F#m
They be in my shows, I don't see 'em like I'm Charles
Em G F#m
I'ma run it up, let that nigga
Em G F#m
I don't know her name, but that bitch, she in my drawers
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