Chords for Yung Gravy - Colt 45 in My Apple Jacks (prod. Engelwood)

Is it hard to [G] be fresh if you don't have money or can you still [E] pull it off?
See when I ain't have no money I still have sauce.
See [A] if you don't got no sauce, man, you [Em] get lost.
[A] But you also get [Em] lost in the sauce.
How you get lost in the sauce?
[A] Man, unless you gonna get [C] lost in the sauce, you burn.
[A] You know what I'm saying?
I know what you're saying, [E] man.
I'm not, I'm sprinkling the sauce, [C] dropping the sauce, and I'm gonna get it.
Right, right, right.
Know [A] what I mean?
I dig it.
Overdose the sauce.
[Em] _
[Bm] Posted watching One [Em] Tree Hill with your mama.
[D] She made lasagna.
[Bm] I think it's Jane's father.
When the morning [C] comes she make breakfast [G] burrito.
Heavy on the pica.
She call me suavecito.
Me at angles in the lab like Dexter.
Got your bitch coming through.
To play some checkers I ain't even gotta text her.
[Em] Well-known flexer.
I might dunk up on your bitch, Sam Deckard.
[C] I send your bitch a fax.
[G] Wake up and smell the racks.
Lauren Cope, [Em] 45 up in my Apple [C] Jacks.
I eat some snacks.
I pull off in the lap.
[A] Bitch, I might just [Em] pipe your bitch to some Nickelback.
You can say I'm flexing, your girl texting, cause my wrist [G] reflecting.
Bad bitch selection.
Figures in Houston, Texas.
Don't be coming around with that hocus pocus.
I've been fucking focused.
Riding in that Ford Focus.
All the lotus.
Hey, bodies swarming like locusts.
It ain't hard to notice that your Gucci belt is bogus.
Boy, [C] that's atrocious.
Gravy [Em] so ferocious.
Your [D] bitch bought me roses.
Now she coming [Em] through for some of my smoke.
[C] I send your bitch a fax.
Wake up and smell the [Am] racks.
Lauren [Em] Cope, 45 up in my [C] Apple Jacks.
I eat some [Em] snacks.
I pull off in the [A] lap.
Bitch, I might [Em] just pipe your bitch to some [C] Nickelback.
_ _ _ [D] _ _ [Em] _ _ [C] _ _ [Em] _ _ [A] _ _ [Em] _ _