Intro: Pressa
Am  F     C 
Uh, uh, na-na-naa 
Am F   Dm G 
Uh, uh, na-na-naa 
 
Chorus: Pressa
Am                       F 
Canada goose fur, I'm so cold burr (fur, burr) 
Dm                      Em 
Back to school shopping, I just bought a ruler (thirty) 
Am                  F 
I'm a shooter, I'ma shoot first (bla, bla) 
        Dm          C             Em 
I done f*cked up and got me in a cruiser (bla, bla, bla) 
          Am                    F 
Mercedes-Benz coupe, ring a ice cube (Benz coupe, ice cube) 
                               C             Em 
Live my life so fast, ain't telling what I might do (might do) 
         Am          F 
He want smoke blow, 45 coke (bla, bla) 
             C        Em 
It's a ISO, ayy I'm Michael (bla, Jordan) 
 
Verse 1: Pressa
   Am                               F 
I talk a lot of shit 'cause I could back it (up) 
Dm                  Em 
Got my dick in her throat watch her back it (suck) 
Am                            F 
I'm all about my bread like a fat kid 
Dm                               Em 
I'm all about my swag like its fashion 
Am                                   F 
And I'm super savage, grew up as the bad kid (bad kid) 
     Dm                            C 
My niggas on your block, call it camping (camping) 
Am                 F 
They don't want no static (nah, nah, nah, nah) 
Am              C 
Pull up let em have it (bow, bow, bow, bow) 
Am 
K*llers in the first-degree (first-degree) 
F              C 
Uh, a lot of niggas wanna murder me (murder me) 
Am 
Ayy, so I got a glizzy (ayy, ayy) 
Am       C             Em 
Turn him over like he Timothy (Turner) 
 
Chorus: Pressa
Am               F 
Canada goose fur, I'm so cold burr (fur, burr) 
Am                      C               Em 
Back to school shopping, I just bought a ruler (thirty) 
Am 
I'm a shooter, I'ma shoot first (bla, bla) 
F                     Em 
I done f*cked up and got me in a cruiser (bla, bla, bla) 
Am                          F 
Mercedes-Benz coupe, ring a ice cube (Benz coupe, ice cube) 
       Dm                   C               Em 
Live my life so fast, ain't telling what I might do (might do) 
Am                   F 
He want smoke blow, 45 coupe (bla, bla) 
E             N.C. 
It's a ISO, ayy I'm Michael (bla, Jordan) 
 
Verse 2: Tory Lanez
Am 
Tory, woo 
F                        F 
Bang let it bang let it shoot (woo). 
        C               Em          Am 
Hit a stain while I'm laying out the coupe (coupe) 
Am     F             C 
With Somalis and they down to let it shoot 
N.C. 
Do do do do do, I caught the pussy on a roof (ha) 
Am           F 
From the dot where we known to let it go (go) 
            C               Em 
My niggas they gon' make a hole up at the door (ayy) 
Am                        F 
Her mama trip I f*cked her in the Bando 
                       C             Em            Am 
She said she like the way my wrist whippin' on the stove (whip, whip) 
         F 
With no answer 
                         C              Em 
To bring my nigga Nesta back I pay the bands up (I pay the bands) 
Am                                 C 
I catch his k*ller, have a real extravaganza (extravaganz) 
C                                                     Em 
Yeah that's my plan, this robbin' shit won't f*ck my plans up (woo) 
Am                F 
No, uh-uh, in the goose fur, with the shooters (goose, shoot) 
C                              Am                              F 
Wanna meet the President, you gotta f*ck the bang bros and the crew first (first) 
Am 
I know the truth hurts (ah) 
N.C.                       G#m         B 
Not only that I got some niggas tryna line me (line) 
They wanna find me (find) 
F                      C              Em 
Nobody help me when I came up so I'm grimey 
Am                                 C 
So many niggas wanna see me out and fly me 
G#m         N.C. 
I tell 'em, "run up pussy, try me" (try me, pussy) 
Am                       C 
Tell 'em, "run up pussy, find me" (find me) 
F 
I been in the Dodge with some k*llers right behind me 
F 
I remember days when them bitches weren't beside me 
Am 
I remember in the corner cooking up the 9-piece 
 
Verse 3: Pressa
Am                          F 
I give it all up, to see my man back 
             C                        Em 
I brought a mobster, to see my opps dead 
Am                 F 
I see the same fed, I knew I clocked it 
C                          Em 
Studio trappin', just for content 
 Am                           F 
'Cause I don't know what they have at the  border (border) 
                      C             Em 
All this good mixin' bad, feelin' bipolar (bipolar) 
Am                                  F 
If the feds on my tail, I start to floor her (boom) 
                  C             Em 
Big chain on my belly, f*ck a chocker (f*ck a chocker) 
Am                                          F 
Came up off of home raids, Chucky sleeping over 
F                     C              Em 
Friday boomin' but Sunday's little slower (slower) 
Am                    F 
Trappin' was a hobby, Honda was the car key (trap) 
C     Em 
Ayy, hunnid for this Monclees 
 
Chorus: Pressa
Am               F 
Canada goose fur, I'm so cold burr (fur, burr) 
Am                      C               Em 
Back to school shopping, I just bought a ruler (thirty) 
Am 
I'm a shooter, I'ma shoot first (bla, bla) 
F                     Em 
I done f*cked up and got me in a cruiser (bla, bla, bla) 
Am                          F 
Mercedes-Benz coupe, ring a ice cube (Benz coupe, ice cube) 
       Dm                   C               Em 
Live my life so fast, ain't telling what I might do (might do) 
Am                   F 
He want smoke blow, 45 coupe (bla, bla) 
F            C       Em 
It's a ISO, ayy I'm Michael (bla, Jordan) 
 
Outro: Pressa
Am F 
                 C             Em 
Big chain on my belly, f*ck a chocker 
g#m           F    G  Em 
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah