Em Bm Em Bm
We got London on da Track
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
[Roddy Ricch]
I got my dawgs in this bitch, I know they gon' shoot shit up
D
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
D
Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers
All my niggas know run up them numbers
Fuck it, run up them numbers (Yeah)
[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie & Roddy Ricch]
Em
Run up them numbers
OKC, you don't want no thunder
Bm
The old Tracy McGrady, the one
Em
OKC, you don't want no thunder, yeah
Christian the sweater
Okay, Christian Dior the sweater
Bm
The double R came with the umbrella
B
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
D
And I spent five hundred on Prada tees
Made it out the projects, poppin' overseas
Bm
Shawty gave me sloppy toppy on the seat
I make some calls, you can't cop the fleet
B
Gotta be an antisocial gangster
'cause the feds watchin' my tweets
[A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
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
[Roddy Ricch]
Em C
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
Cm
I took that Maybach where the J's at
Em
Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers
D
All my niggas know run up them numbers
Bm
Fuck it, run up them numbers
[Gunna & A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Em
Fuck it, I ran up the numbers
Piped up like a plumber
And sold all the bundles (Sold all the bundles)
D
I paid off the debt to your honor
And went got some commas and commas and commas (Racks)
Em Bm
You let it get to your head, yeah, I remember when you was a runner
(You was a runner)
D
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 D
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
B
Audemars might fuck up your eyes, yeah
Bm
I bust down a piece of the pie, yeah
I wanna speed off in the car, yeah
(Speed off in a car, yeah)
D
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'
[A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
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 D
Let a nigga touch my chain, fuck it, nigga, kill him, fuck it,
they can take me away
[Roddy Ricch]
Bm
I got my dawgs in this bitch, I know they gon' shoot shit up
D
And my lil' brother turned to a drummer
Walked him outside, now he got the llama
C
I took the Maybach where the J's at
Em
Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers
D
All my niggas know run up them numbers
B
Fuck it, run up them numbers
Em Bm Em Bm D
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