Blast Off

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Internet Money, bitch
Am F C         G
     Hahahaha, Nick, you're stupid


[Chorus]
Am                      F
  Baby, come and have a blast with me
C                             G
Do everything I say like your majesty
Am                             F
Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy
C                                  G
Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me


[Post-Chorus]
Am                               F
Fuck with me baby, come get this bag with me
      C                                 G
Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me
Am                             F
Craving your love, it's heart-attacking me
      C                             G
Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese


[Verse 1]
Am                             F
I cannot show these bitches no sympathy
         C                                 G
Or these niggas, they simps and they hella bitch to me
Am                            F
I was just fortunate, got the remedy
          C                                    G
Fuck that bitch and then dip, I got them chips to receive, yeah


[Chorus]
Am                      F
  Baby, come and have a blast with me
C                             G
Do everything I say like your majesty
Am                             F
Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy
C                                  G
Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me (Uh)


[Verse 2]
Am                                 F
  You picked that knife up and you stabbin' me
        C                           G
Wish it was a paper cut, but it's a gash, I bleed out
Am                        F
  And the way you keep harassin' me
       C                          G
It's a shame this the way that it has to be, oh
Am          F
  Uh, yeah, time is of the essence
         C                         G
You know damn well you bring hell, I should call a reverend
      Am                F
Devil horns on a angel, still haven't learned my lesson (Uh)
C                    G
We're a mess and our life's a wreck (Hey)
Am            F
Toxic, toxic, toxic
                   C                         G
The most beautiful things grow old and start rottin'
                    Am                              F
I should've turned away when I found out you were demonic
         C                          G
Let's be honest, you're the devil's daughter
                Am        F                  C
Say hey to your father, uh, he owe me twenty dollars
                    G                             Am
We gon' run through hell with like twenty-hundred choppers
                 F                         C
We gon' give 'em hell and I put that on my mama
               G
Me and Trippie Redd boolin' back in the Bahamas


[Chorus]
Am                      F
  Baby, come and have a blast with me
C                             G
Do everything I say like your majesty
Am                             F
Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy
C                                  G
Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me


[Post-Chorus]
Am                               F
Fuck with me baby, come get this bag with me
      C                                 G
Been alone for a minute, that shit been dragging me
Am                             F
Craving your love, it's heart-attacking me
      C                             G
Tryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese


[Outro]
Am                F
  Gang, gang, gang
C                       G
  Probably fuckin' your mama
                         Am
Three K on my wrist like André
             F
Servin' like entrée
C              G                 Am  F  C  G
  Ha, huh, you dig? You dig? You dig?