Dm                     A              Dm
Yo Bryce this motherfuckin manz tried to DM my girl
           A
Tried to fuck her
            Bb
Lil fucking hoodie or some shit
            A
Fucking wasted man
                       Bb           A
He just wanted this smoke, I guess


[Verse 1: Josh Richards]
Dm            A
Wakanda King
                   Dm
Tryna fuck with me
                     A
Tryna fuck my girl

Like I couldn't see


[Verse 2: Bryce Hall]
Bb
Broke bitch
                      A
Broken ass nose bitch

Small Dick
                      Bb
Still kinda softish

Toxic
                      A
Act like you poppin

No bitch

Built like a chopstick


[Pre-Chorus: Josh Richards, Bryce Hall]
    N.C.
Talk about money you got

You know you ain't got a lot

You know you had one shot

Charli's the tik to your tok
(Bb)
Tick-tock tick-tock tick-tock
(A)
Time's running out

18 til you get clocked
(Bb)
Lights out lights out

No tour
(A)
Knock your ass out til the fans want more


[Chorus: Josh Richards, Bryce Hall]
Bb                        A
Ay little bitch look at where you're at now
Bb                        A
Little soft dick ain't no match for my crown
Dm
Still softish
C
You softish
    F
And if I'm being honest
          Gm          A
You're just a fucking novice


[Verse 3: Bryce Hall]
Dm
We ain't doing this for the bands
           A
We doing this just to tell all your fans
                Dm
You still be fucking with girls

Telling people
A
Charli's your world?
Bb
No trust me hes a rose
      A
But this one time he broke his nose
Bb
He lost his temper

Didn't whimper
A
Just saying hes a bitch ass-


[Interlude: Josh Richards, Bryce Hall]
  N.C.
Yo yo yo Bryce, probably shouldn't say that part

Oh shit, you right, uh producer can you cut that shit out?


[Verse 4: Josh Richards]
Dm
No ladies, hell of a guy
          A
He's, kind of, one of a kind
 Dm
Just, let them take some time
      A
To find out all of his lies
Bb
Sitting there with my girl on the phone
A
Telling me she can't get alone
Bb
This dude really think he cold
 A
Tryna fuck while his girl at home


[Pre-Chorus: Josh Richards, Bryce Hall]
N.C.
Talk about money you got

You know you ain't got a lot

You know you had one shot

Charli's the tik to your tok
(Bb)
Tick-tock tick-tock tick-tock
(A)
Time's running out

18 til you get clocked
(Bb)
Lights out lights out

No tour
(A)
Knock your ass out til the fans want more


[Chorus: Josh Richards, Bryce Hall]
Bb                         A
Ay little bitch look at where you're at now
Bb                          A
Little soft dick ain't no match for my crown
Dm
Still softish
 C
You softish
     F
And if I'm being honest
         Gm                A
You're just a fucking novice


[Outro: Josh Richards, Bryce Hall]
Bb                           A
Ay little bitch look at where you're at now
Bb                           A
Little soft dick ain't no match for my crown
 Dm
Still softish
N.C.
You softish