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Em
Woah, ayy, ayy, ayy
Em                 G          F#m
I just knocked a bitch up at Sundays
Em                     G         
Hit my whip, make yo nigga be 
   F#m
like, "One day", ayy
Em                 G          F#m
You turn me down, now it's too late
Em                 G        
All these diamonds got my exes 
             F#m
saying, "Touché"
Em                        G      
Yeah, I don't fuck with you, you 
    F#m
the opposite
Em                       G       
You was hating when a nigga 
   F#m
became opulent
Em             G          F#m
Woah, on the freeway flying
Em                   G           
I'm fresh to death, but I don't 
        F#m
plan on dying
Em                 G            
Touchdown, lil' nigga, we don't do 
F#m
punts
Em                 G             
Extendo out the window, no, not two 
F#m
blunts
Em                   G          
Young nigga front a flex me and all 
F#m
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          
Hopped up out the Bentley dressing 
F#m
like I'm TJ Fadeaway
Em                            G  
Got these hoes jocking me, yeah, 
        F#m
me and
Em                       G       
Pull up on the block, pumping 
   F#m
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          
Two tone trunk and I shoulda made 
F#m
my ram
Em                    G          
Nigga in A  like the 
     F#m
motherfuckin' Rams
Em                              G
I don't want your weed, nigga, 
          F#m
you be smoking
Em                 G          
Next week, nigga, catch me at the 
F#m
Summer Jam
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Em                 G          F#m
Kick her in her ass,
Em                            
Getting my respect like I'm the 
     G          F#m
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          
I be doing me so I hope you doing
   F#m
 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 
They be in my shows, I don't see 
                F#m
'em like I'm Charles
Em                 G          F#m
I'ma run it up, let that nigga
Em                            
I don't know her name, but that 
   G                F#m
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         
Hit my whip, make yo nigga be 
   F#m
like, "One day", ayy
Em                 G          F#m
You turn me down, now it's too late
Em                 G        
All these diamonds got my exes 
             F#m
saying, "Touché"
Em                        G      
Yeah, I don't fuck with you, you 
    F#m
the opposite
Em                       G       
You was hating when a nigga 
   F#m
became opulent
Em             G          F#m
Woah, on the freeway flying
Em                   G           
I'm fresh to death, but I don't 
        F#m
plan on dying
Em                 G            
Touchdown, lil' nigga, we don't do 
F#m
punts
Em                 G             
Extendo out the window, no, not two 
F#m
blunts
Em                   G          
Young nigga front a flex me and all 
F#m
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          
Hopped up out the Bentley dressing 
F#m
like I'm TJ Fadeaway
Em                            G  
Got these hoes jocking me, yeah, 
        F#m
me and
Em                       G       
Pull up on the block, pumping 
   F#m
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          
Two tone trunk and I shoulda made 
F#m
my ram
Em                    G          
Nigga in A  like the 
     F#m
motherfuckin' Rams
Em                              G
I don't want your weed, nigga, 
          F#m
you be smoking
Em                 G          
Next week, nigga, catch me at the 
F#m
Summer Jam
Em                 G          F#m
Kick her in her ass,
Em                            
Getting my respect like I'm the 
     G          F#m
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          
I be doing me so I hope you doing
   F#m
 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 
They be in my shows, I don't see 
                F#m
'em like I'm Charles
Em                 G          F#m
I'ma run it up, let that nigga
Em                            
I don't know her name, but that 
   G                F#m
bitch, she in my drawers