Matt Hardy 999

Am                   Dm
I just got a million bands today
         C                       
'Bout to go and spend a bag, blow 
      F
them bands today, yeah
Am                       Dm
'Bout to spend a hundred grand today
       C                         
Lot of blue face hundreds, it's a 
      F
blue band parade, yeah
Am                          Dm
Huh, grah, shooting out the Hummer 
today
         C                        
I'm in a bad mood, so I feel like 
F
dumping today, yeah
Am             Dm
Bad move, I'ma dump at his face
         C                      
Keep the toolie by my side, feel 
      F
like Ratchet & Clank, yeah


[Verse 2: Juice WRLD & Trippie Redd]
Am
Shoot out the Wraith, stick up
Dm
I need everything in your safe, 
nigga
C
Huh, I'm with them gravediggers
F
We gon' dig your grave, nigga
Am
Huh, pop molly at the rave, nigga
Dm
Chains on me, no slave, nigga, huh
C
We've been in the cave, nigga
F
We done fucking made niggas
Am
Uh, take your chain, nigga
Dm
What the fuck you claim, nigga?
C          F
1400, 800, bitch, I'm talking gang, 
nigga
Am
We not the same, nigga
Dm
Big 14 Great Dane, nigga


[Verse 3: Juice WRLD]
C
Fuck what you claim, nigga
F                     Am
Feel like the KKK, we kill you, then
 we hang niggas
Continúa después del anuncio
Dm
Do that the same day
C                        F
Pull up in the all grey, black 
Mustang
Am
In the streets, I was hustling
Dm
Run up on me, gun busting
N.C
Uh, that's your best friend, that's 
my main thing
Dm                     Em
Uh, she give me titty, Tity Boi, 2 
Chainz
F                    Am
Uh, get to the nitty-gritty, boy, 
new stains
Dm                    Em
Uh, pouring Prince up in my cup, no 
Purple Rain
F                                
I'm throwing bands, I'm throwing 
Am
hands, and I ain't throwing shade


[Verse 4: Trippie Redd]
Dm                      Em
Jumping out the Batcave just like 
Bruce Wayne
F
Kicking shit like Liu Kang
Am
My plug Palupé
Dm
Big racks on us do things
Em
Big blues, no clues, yeah
F
Your bitch like to choose, ayy
Am
But that's your boo, ain't it?
Dm     Em                     F
Take a flick, uh, licky on my dick, 
uh
      Am                       
On my blick, uh, while I take a 
 Dm
shit, uh
      Em                           
And a piss, uh, sing to that bitch 
     F
like Kiss, uh


[Verse 5: Juice WRLD]
                Am
Oh, that's your bitch, huh?
                     Dm
R. Kelly, I may just piss on her
                  Em
(Skrrt) I'm in a 'Rari
             F                     
You make me mad-mad, I may shoot up
      Am
 your party
                     Dm          
That lil' bitch, she bad, but she 
             Em
fake, she a Barbie
              F
But she still know to ride me like a
 fucking Harley
Am                      Dm       
Asked me if I love her, I 
           Em
responded to her, "Hardly"


[Verse 6: Trippie Redd]
                F               
Jumping off the top rope on that 
                 Am
bitch like Matt Hardy
                  Dm               
Why the fuck your pussy ass in 
                  Em
here? This a gangster party
              F                    
"What? What? What?" Like I'm 
  Am
Playboi Carti
               Dm                  
Got my robe on in this bitch, it's 
          Em
a Playboy party
                  F                
That bitch hella plastic, that 
              Am
bitch just like a Barbie
                   Dm              
Playing games with all these hoes, 
                 Em
bitch, just like Atari
                  F                
Kicked up with my feet up, sipping 
               Am
Hennessey at a safari
                      Dm           
With a bunch of white bitches, and 
they all like, "Trippie Redd, you 
Em
gnarly"
        F
Viral, iCarly


[Verse 7: Juice WRLD]
                       Am
She on the webcam like Carly
                      Dm
That's your girl? I'm sorry
                Em
She was off the molly
                        F          
Uh, I'm in the trap, I'm whipping, 
                        Am
I got your auntie on my dope
She told me she ain't have enough 
      Dm                           
money for them rocks, my dick up in
     Em
 her throat
          F                        
I'm going hard, LOL to the bank, no
 Am
 joke
                  Dm         
You run up on me, you leaping 
                 Em
froggy, you get croaked
   F         Am
Uh, huh, you know