Chords for Lil Skies - Drift

[C#m] _ _ Yo, man, Wally, I think you need to turn me up in the headphones for this shit right here, man.
This shit right here, my nigga, is next level, bro.
You know what I'm saying?
This is that, this is that 2016, I'm the motherfucking nigga you should worry about.
You know what I'm saying?
I'm still out here finessing, I'm still out here getting money, I'm still out here with the bitches, bro.
_ Niggas don't hate on me, bro.
I started the fucking movement, nigga.
Don't you ever forget it, nigga.
We still dripping out the sauce, bro.
Um, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Girl.
Oh, oh, oh.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Whoa.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
[F#] Ayy, I [C#m] feel like I'm 21, 21 savage.
I keep a bad bitch always by my side, never catch me with a average.
Spend a lot of cash coming back like it's magic.
Niggas need me since Skies ain't really worth the rapping.
Skies got his clout up, he finessing about to check on God.
I be grinding like I ain't got nothing left.
I'm a ball on these niggas, middle fingers to the ref.
And I smoke the loudest pack, think a nigga going deaf.
Bustin' jugs, got my bread up just to make ends meet.
Mama told me stay inside until I walked out in the street.
I don't really say too much, I just let the music speak.
I'm a beast off the leash, plotting on my enemies.
Yeah, fast life, fast car, drift, good weed, taking off, lift, slow it down, slow it down, drip.
Fuck you, I don't owe you shit.
Fast life, fast car, drift, good weed, taking off, lift, slow it down, slow it down, drip.
Fuck you, I don't owe you shit.
I feel like Ice Cube today was a good day.
These niggas straight, actors gotta watching Blu-ray.
You know how the game goes, they body turn fake.
Eyes open for the snakes and it's still fuck the jakes.
Watch the opposition cause I know they out here lurking.
Bitches, you a catfish, gotta meet your ass in person.
Heard you got a booty so I know your ass be twerking.
And I don't give a fuck, fuck my teachers, wasn't learning.
I walk up in your crib like I live there, but I don't.
He say he gon' catch me slipping, but I know he won't.
I ain't hiding from nobody, on my mommy, that's your day.
These niggas getting jealous, be the first to tell the feds.
I'm coolin' in the cut, smoking dope, stacking bread.
I'm always to myself, I never need a hella head.
I'm like Escobar when it comes to the fatty pole.
Fold up in my Fanta, all my niggas leanin' heavy.
This that fast life, fast car, drift, good weed, taking off, lift, slow it down, slow it down, drip.
Fuck you, I don't owe you shit.
Fast life, fast [G#] car, [C#m] drift, good weed, [G#] taking off, [C#m] lift, slow it down, slow it down, drip.
Fuck you, I don't owe you shit. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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