Offended

Intro F#m D F#m D Meek Milly, Jeffery, woah [Hook: Young Thug] Yeah, yeah F#m Fuck is you talkin' 'bout? Bitch, you offendin' me A I just might go 'head And let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me F#m I just might go 'head E And mix me a Sprite with some lean like it's chemistry F#m A Goddamn, I had four hoes at one time, they was drilling me F#m D I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me F#m Bm Fuck 'round and lift up they soul like Lil Chino be wheelin' F#m I usually don't beg but I don't want the ceiling please Bm Oxycontin fucking up kidneys [Verse 1: Young Thug] F#m Molly, my cup look like bath salt D And I'm too high horsed for asphalt F#m Therefore I'm in clouds from day to dark They say that I changed, it's the cash fault F#m Pay everybody like a cash cow Bm I switch through the lanes like a NASCAR D The Rollie stainless, stainless We young and rich and we dangerous F#m I'm at Piccadilly's with your missus, nigga And the weed stinking like a chitlin, nigga Bm The money long like a Philly, nigga Bm Make me catch you slipping then it's Christmas, nigga F#m The bulletproof can take a missile, nigga I got Benji on me and he crippin' nigga Bm I done wrapped the benji in the city, ho I done wrapped the Bentley in the bity, nigga F#m Put a swimming pool in the living room Bm How I'm living, nigga, I ain't swimming, nigga F#m Only thing that me and Michael Phelps Bm Got in common is that we winning nigga F#m Rock star lifestyle F#m Your hoe's going wild [Verse 2: Meek Mill] F#m Saint Laurent shorty and totting that .40 D We move through the city like BMF A Rocks on the chain like the rocks that I slang D Only difference them bitches, they VVS F#m I know these bitches gon' change Bm And fuck on whoever, whenever they see a check D If you do not fuck with the gang F#m Don't act like you do, when you see us just keep it that F#m Swing through your block, bring that sweeper back F#m Land on your spot where your peoples at F#m Smoke you where ever we see you at Bm You don't want no problem so keep at that F#m 'Fore you get your man murdered F#m Hitters in the van lurking F#m I put bread on the beef (what you do) F#m Turn it to a hamburger F#m Put that paper on the scale, nigga F#m Little homies talking big money Bm When the wars on you'll tell, nigga F#m Put a bag on your main hitta F#m When them things hit 'em, that’s an L nigga F#m So you should be home before mama got dinner for sale, nigga F#m And that’s all I’ma tell niggas, and that's it [Hook: Young Thug] Yeah, yeah F#m Fuck is you talkin' 'bout? Bitch, you offendin' me A I just might go 'head And let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me F#m I just might go 'head E And mix me a Sprite with some lean like it's chemistry F#m A Goddamn, I had four hoes at one time, they was drilling me F#m D I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me F#m Bm Fuck 'round and lift up they soul like Lil Chino be wheelin' F#m I usually don't beg but I don't want the ceiling please Bm Oxycontin fucking up kidneys [Verse 3: 21 Savage] F#m Everywhere I go, I keep a chopper with me, whoa Bm I ain't with that diss song shit, I been a shotta nigga, whoa F#m Hundred shooters with me, whoa, VVSs on me, whoa Bm VVSs on me, bling, badaboom, badabing (21) F#m Mob shit, send the hit, shoot up your car shit F#m Put them blue tips in that cartridge (21) Bm We put them drums in them carbines (21) F#m We pull up on rappers and spark 'em (21) F#m I might take your chain if it sparkle (Facts) F#m Street nigga really came from nothing (What?) F#m Strip a nigga like Caine cousin (21) F#m Kill a nigga then you saying something (What?) You was talking, nigga, I was hustling (What?) F#m We was shooting, nigga, you was ducking (Whoa) Bm You was texting, nigga, I was fucking (21) F#m I was betting nigga, you was bluffing (21) F#m Hide and seek, nigga, I was hunching (Facts) F#m Car foreign and my gun Russian Bm Sneak dissing get a concussion (21, 21) [Hook: Young Thug] Yeah, yeah F#m Fuck is you talkin' 'bout? Bitch, you offendin' me A I just might go 'head And let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me F#m I just might go 'head E And mix me a Sprite with some lean like it's chemistry F#m A Goddamn, I had four hoes at one time, they was drilling me F#m D I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me F#m Bm Fuck 'round and lift up they soul like Lil Chino be wheelin' F#m I usually don't beg but I don't want the ceiling please Bm Oxycontin fucking up kidneys