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