Numbers

Em Bm
Em Bm
Em Bm
Em Bm
      We got London on da Track

[Chorus]
Em
You mad, nigga, your adrenaline 
rushin', it feel like a bus, but I'm
 whippin' the Wraith
Bm
Got my head to the ceiling, want me 
in my feelings, only got me feelin' 
a way
Em
I ain't sayin' I'm addicted, 
Adderall prescripted, fuck it 'cause
 I don't feel the pain
Bm
Let a nigga touch my chain, fuck it,
 nigga, kill him, fuck it, they can 
take me away

[Post-Chorus]
         Em
I got my dawgs in this bitch, I know
 they gon' shoot shit up
            Bm
And my lil' brother turned to a 
drummer. Walked him outside, now he 
got the llama
            Em
I took that Maybach where the J's 
at. Tell my brothers ball a hundred 
summers
               Bm
All my niggas know run up them 
numbers. Fuck it, run up them 
numbers

[Verse 1]
Em
Run up them numbers. OKC, you don't 
want no thunder
            Bm
The old Tracy McGrady, the one. OKC,
 you don't want no thunder, yeah
Em
Christian the sweater, Okay, 
Christian Dior the sweater
           Bm
The double R came with the umbrella
              B7
When I put the hoodie on, it get 
realer, yeah.
      Em
Put a hundred thousand in my Prada 
jeans. Got some little homies, got 
some prodigies
                 Bm
And I spent five hundred on Prada 
tees. Made it out the projects, 
poppin' overseas
                  Em
Shawty gave me sloppy toppy on the 
seat. I make some calls, you can't 
cop the fleet
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               Bm              
Gotta be an antisocial gangster 
            B7
'cause the feds watchin' my tweets


[Chorus]
Em
You mad, nigga, your adrenaline 
rushin', it feel like a bus, but I'm
 whippin' the Wraith
Bm
Got my head to the ceiling, want me 
in my feelings, only got me feelin' 
a way
Em
I ain't sayin' I'm addicted, 
Adderall prescripted, fuck it 'cause
 I don't feel the pain
Bm
Let a nigga touch my chain, fuck it,
 nigga, kill him, fuck it, they can 
take me away


[Post-Chorus]
         Em
I got my dawgs in this bitch, I know
 they gon' shoot shit up
            Bm
And my lil' brother turned to a 
drummer. Walked him outside, now he 
got the llama
            Em
I took that Maybach where the J's 
at. Tell my brothers ball a hundred 
summers
               Bm
All my niggas know run up them 
numbers. Fuck it, run up them 
numbers


[Verse 2]
Em
Fuck it, I ran up the numbers, piped
 up like a plumber and sold all the 
bundles (Sold all the bundles)
Bm
I paid off the debt to your honor 
and went got some commas and commas 
and commas (Racks)
Em
You let it get to your head, yeah, I
 remember when you was a runner (You
 was a runner)
Bm
I heard you got snatched by the 
feds, yeah, say you willin' to tell 
'em whatever (Yeah)
           Em
I still be killin' in projects, even
 though I been runnin' them numbers 
up
             Bm
They used to tell me I'm not next, 
I'm like look at me now, I'm in 
front of them
           Em
And I just hope you never set me up,
 my lifestyle too irregular
                 Bm
And I don't know how I'ma trust 
again, I swear
     B7
Audemars might fuck up your eyes, 
yeah
  Em
I bust down a piece of the pie, 
yeah. I wanna speed off in a Cayenne
 (Speed off in a Cayenne)
Bm
I got a cup full of Hi-Tech. Have a 
pool party with the posse (Pool 
party with the posse)
Em
We be the talk of the topic. These 
fuck niggas don't where the drop at 
(Uh)
           Bm
They won't want us ridin' in the 
drophead. And he mad that my bitch 
got a Masi'


[Chorus]
Em
You mad, nigga, your adrenaline 
rushin', it feel like a bus, but I'm
 whippin' the Wraith
Bm
Got my head to the ceiling, want me 
in my feelings, only got me feelin' 
a way
Em
I ain't sayin' I'm addicted, 
Adderall prescripted, fuck it 'cause
 I don't feel the pain
Bm
Let a nigga touch my chain, fuck it,
 nigga, kill him, fuck it, they can 
take me away


[Post-Chorus]
         Em
I got my dawgs in this bitch, I know
 they gon' shoot shit up
            Bm
And my lil' brother turned to a 
drummer. Walked him outside, now he 
got the llama
            Em
I took that Maybach where the J's 
at. Tell my brothers ball a hundred 
summers
               Bm
All my niggas know run up them 
numbers
B7
Fuck it, run up them numbers

[outro]
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