Remove AdsOriginal Key: G# Minor
Time Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 80
Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU
[INTRO]
E F# G#m
Ayo, Yetty, turn that shit up
Ayy, Dom
[CHORUS]
G#m F# E Who the fuck these niggas is?
E F# G#m Who the fuck these bitches?
G#m Huh, who the fuck these people are?
G#m F# E Tell 'em that we can't kick it
[POST-CHORUS]
E Ho inside they jeans, I'm too real
E F# I'm gon' get a nigga whacked behind these millions
G#m Tryna get that Ho from out her jeans and Do criss cross
G#m F# E Run me a million dollars up inside these Raf Simons
[VERSE]
E The fuck they think they playin' with? Bitch, I make millions
F# G#m I been plannin' on stackin' bands 'til my ceilin'
G#m Thinkin' 'bout my lil' brother Kendell, I start ventin'
G#m F# E Need to call lil' brothеr Jay, he have bang outs with that glizzy
Most thesе niggas claim 4KTrey ain't even fuckin' with me
E F# G#m Most these niggas gon' die today, if they try, know they can't get me
G#m Who the fuck all these new faces around inside my business?
G#m F# E I don't remember they face at all, they wasn't with me in the trenches
E I don't remember them from my grandad house, I'm serious
E F# G#m They weren't with me when I was hangin' out that car, this ain't realistic
G#m Ballerina, we spinned the whole car, somethin' get spilled in it
[CHORUS]
G#m F# E Huh, I don't know who the fuck these niggas is
E F# G#m Who the fuck these bitches?
G#m Huh, who the fuck these people are?
G#m F# E Go tell 'em that we can't kick it
[POST-CHORUS]
E Ho inside they jeans, I'm too real
E E F# I'ma get a nigga whacked behind these millions
G#m Tryna get that Ho from out her jeans and Do criss cross
G#m Run me a million dollars up inside these Raf Simons (Ayy, yo)
[VERSE]
G#m F# E Cross YoungBoy, then you cross the Queen (Queen)
E All them internet games turn boys to memes (Memes)
E F# G#m Keep sleepin' on the team, we gon' pause your dreams
G#m They want action, tell my niggas, "Cause a scene"
G#m F# E Fully active, I keep my shooters in the gym, nigga, practice (Practice)
E E F# G#m You bitches know it could get sticky like a cactus (Cactus)
G#m I'm the one that they tread like tractors
G#m G#m F# E And still can't catch a break like fractures (Like fractures)
E I don't fuck with them, I'm too real
E F# G#m Wanna be me, but just keep wishin' (Keep wishin')
G#m G#m F# E All up on the star how I pinky swear, no matter what, you ain't winnin' (Ain't winnin')
[CHORUS]
E Who the fuck is these bitches?
E F# G#m Who the fuck these niggas is?
G#m Who the fuck these people are?
Tell 'em that we can't kick it
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