Luv Scars

A F#m Damn, DJ Plugg, you just killed it A F#m So much water on my neck might need a boat or something A F#m So many different girls I got a load of 'em (yeah!) A F#m Why you always hating, go and get you some A F#m Girl, why you always tripping when you know it's love A F#m Walk around, Cuban link, my Patek is flooded A F#m Now my pockets super deep, flooded with them hundreds (ooh!) A Flooded with them hundreds (damn!) F#m Flooded with them hundreds A What you thought it was? F#m And it's sixteen-hundred A F#m Try to take my soul my young niggas they coming A F#m I remember when they said that I was nothing A F#m I can't trust my brother, I can't trust my cousin A F#m No, let me take my time A F#m I want every girl like I can't make my mind A F#m I spent eighty-thousand just to flood the time A F#m I don't wear no Hanes, my T-shirt Saint Laurent A F#m I just made a whole bag from like half of a show A F#m I still got some boys sad, moving bags of the dope A F#m Yeah you know I got that cash, you get blast on the low A F#m Just because you knew my dad don't mean that I play you close A F#m So much water on my neck might need a boat or something A F#m So many different girls I got a load of 'em (yeah!) A F#m Why you always hating, go and get you some A F#m Girl, why you always tripping when you know it's love A F#m Walk around, Cuban link, my Patek is flooded A F#m Now my pockets super deep, flooded with them hundreds (ooh!) A Flooded with them hundreds (damn!) F#m Flooded with them hundreds A F#m What you thought it was? A F#m I've been by myself so I'm not losing health A F#m I don't need you niggas, look like you can't tell A F#m Can't do nothing around you 'cause we know you 'gone tell A F#m Niggas I grew up with got a five-star room in Hell A F#m Wait, cause they not loyal A F#m Can't believe we grew up in the soil (f**k nigga, f**k nigga, f**k nigga!) A F#m Tell my niggas I got them with lawyers A F#m Man, I wish I would knew I would have warned ya (woulda warned you!) A F#m Man, I wish I would knew I would have warned ya A F#m They killed Ninety right there on the corner A F#m I miss Chico I swear that's my brother A F#m Looking down on me right with his mother A F#m So much water on my neck might need a boat or something A F#m So many different girls I got a load of 'em (yeah!) A F#m Why you always hating, go and get you some A F#m Girl, why you always tripping when you know it's love A F#m Walk around, Cuban link, my Patek is flooded A F#m Now my pockets super deep, flooded with them hundreds (ooh!) A Flooded with them hundreds (damn!) F#m Flooded with them hundreds