Intro
 
 G D F#m Bm 
 
         Pre-Chorus
 
                   G                              D             
         You seem a little different from the last time I saw you 
                                  F#m 
         I hear it in the way you talk too 
                                     Bm 
         Don't know why you're tryna be somebody new (REPEAT) 
 
     Chorus
 
     G                        D 
     I'm faded off a whole pill 
     D                           F#m 
     Suburban swerve on ghost wheels 
     F#m                                    Bm 
     Bitch biting on my ear like I'm Holyfield 
     Bm                                        G 
     Got the gas and the splash like an oil spill 
     G                                     D 
     We don't give no f*cks bout how you feel 
     D                                       F#m 
     We don't give no f*cks, man, we ridin still 
     F#m                                               Bm 
     Ain't got no f*cks to give, that's on moms for real 
     Bm                                                G 
     Ain't got no f*cks to give, that's on moms for real 
 
        Verse 1
  
            G                                               D 
        I say send that cup over, they say they got one on the way 
               F#m                                           Bm 
        I said what part of "I am the shit" do you not understand? 
        G                                               D 
        She said she unemployed, but that mouth can work 
                                                F#m 
        You'll drown in the wave if you cannot surf 
                                 Bm 
        If you don't know how to surf 
 
         Pre-Chorus
  
                           G                              D             
         You seem a little different from the last time I saw you 
                                  F#m 
         I hear it in the way you talk too 
                                     Bm 
         Don't know why you're tryna be somebody new (REPEAT) 
 
     Chorus
  
     G                        D 
     I'm faded off a whole pill 
     D                           F#m 
     Suburban swerve on ghost wheels 
     F#m                                    Bm 
     Bitch biting on my ear like I'm Holyfield 
     Bm                                        G 
     Got the gas and the splash like an oil spill 
     G                                     D 
     We don't give no f*cks bout how you feel 
     D                                       F#m 
     We don't give no f*cks, man, we ridin still 
     F#m                                               Bm 
     Ain't got no f*cks to give, that's on moms for real 
     Bm                                                G 
     Ain't got no f*cks to give, that's on moms for real 
 
        Verse 2
         
        G                             D  
        I, I know this is a lot to take in right now 
            F#m                                       Bm 
        But all that I did was to make all my family royal 
          G  
        I still got to stunt, I still got to flex 
                D 
        For the muhf*ckers that said I wasn't going to be shit 
              F#m                                 Bm 
        Man I got to, I got to show that they're wrong 
 
         Pre-Chorus
 
                           G                              D             
         You seem a little different from the last time I saw you 
                                  F#m 
         I hear it in the way you talk too 
                                     Bm 
         Don't know why you're tryna be somebody new