Kunci: C minor•
Verse 1
Cm
Ab
(Metro Boomin want some more,
nigga)
Cm
Ab
Cm
Rollin' in the coupe, yeah
Ab
Yeah
Get it, get it,
Ab
Cm
hey
Ab
(Freebandz)
Gm
Ab
Cm
Cook it, cook it
(yeah), huh (hold up)
(Southside)
Yeah
My dope in the bushes (turn up)
My dope in the bushes (hold up)
Gm
I know how to cook it (cook it)
Cm
My bitch good lookin' (woo)
My bitch good lookin' (hold up)
My bitch good lookin' (I swear)
My dope in the bushes,
Gm
Cm
I know how to cook it
Ab
Cm
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Db
I did the digital dash
Verse 2
Cm
I fucked that bitch on the passenger
Cm
I gave that junky a blast (one hundred)
I sell that dope to your mama,
though (your mama)
Hot on the street like thermometers
(thermometers)
You rats'll never be honorable
(fuck 'em)
They know I'ma kid of my
word (yeah)
I hustle the first to the first
(future)
Verse 3
Cm
These bitches be naggin' the kid
(fuck 'em)
They get on my motherfuckin' nerves
Gm
(my motherfuckin' nerves)
Cm
I showed up with racks and they love
me (they love me)
I'm smokin' that pack and on muddy
(that gushy)
Taliban on these hoes (hoes)
Give a Xan' to these
Gm
hoes (these hoes)
Cm
Ab
Got 'em playin' with they
nose (yeah)
I sleep on a beach off the
Cm
avenue (the avenue)
I came to your city with
Gm
I put in work, it was evident (it was)
Ab
I slide on your ass in a seven- deuce
(I slide on 'em)
Come back on your bitch
Chevy, Mercedes,
Ab
I keep 'em comin' (keep 'em comin')
Fuck all these bitches,
Gm
Ab
I keep 'em comin' (foreign)
I pull up right now, I'm parallel (skrrt)
I hit your block with them
My niggas ain't nothin' but some
I sit in the trap with the gangsters
Cm
Ab
You can't come around here 'cause
it's dangerous (Wizard)
I be hangin' 'round here
Cm
and I'm famous (Wizard)
Ab
Gotta keep the trigger by my
finger (my finger)
Hit her sideways when I
banged her (I fucked)
Gm
Ab
In the driveway
I was sideways on a
Perc' (pour up)
Had a stick on me,
that's a first (yeah)
Got your bitch on me gettin'
Ab
Gm
murked (let's get it)
confident (that's confident)
I boast up in a drop six (drop six)
In a Ghost Royce and I pop
shit (pop shit)
I'm a dope boy with that
Ab
Gm
car trip (yeah)
Cm
I had crack on me (I had crack on me)
Got BAPE on my back with some
Act' on me (Act')
I'm sin'le and shit,
now she latch on me (I'm sin'le)
I told 'em I'm back,
Gm
I'm a bachelor (I'm back)
Ab
I get focused on millions and
I just took me a trip out to Africa (Africa)
Ab
See how we came from the mud and the bottom,
Fm
Ab
Cm
we did it (bottom, we did it, we did it, woo)
Gm
Fm
I see how they counted us out,
Cm
bet they never gon' do it again (Freebandz)
You see why these niggas be hatin',
they knowin' I'm goin' right in (yeah)
Fm
I was born to get this money
Ab
Cm
in this life of sin (life of sin)
I poured up before they got my dawg
Ab
Fm
on murder again (murder)
Cm
Gm
Cm
See the fire come out the ass on
Ab
Fm
the Lamborghini (skrrt)
Cm
When you say you love a nigga,
Ab
Cm
do you really mean it? (No)
Gm
When I was sleepin' on the floor,
Ab
Cm
you should see how they treated me (hah)
Ab
I pour the Actavis, pop pills so
Gm
I can fight the demons (oh)
Verse 4
Ab
Db
al dash (fuck)
Ab
I fucked that bitch on the
Ab
I gave that junky a blast (blast)
I sell that dope to your mama,
Cm
Gm
though (mama)
Cm
Ab
Hot on the street like thermometers
(thermometers)
Cm
You rats'll never be honorable
(fuck 'em)
They know I'ma kid of my
I hustle the first to the first
Gm
(I hustle)
Cm
These bitches be naggin'
Verse 5
the kid
Fuck it, it is what it is
If you get hit, you get hit
I don't forget or forgive
Ab
Gm
Cm
Told myself never again
I don't let nobody in
Super just showed out again
G
And we just keep servin' and servin' again
Gm
Ab
Cm
an d again and again an d again
Unruly Gang, movin' reckless
I'm Harlem shakin' through the pressure
Fm
Ab
Gm
I might put Diddy on my next shit
Cm
I might could fit you in
on Wednesday
I'm not here for no pretend shit
Ab
Cm
Just walked in with a girl that's makin' triple what I'm makin',
Ab
Cm
Zone 6, they know it's a body
Fm
Cm
Kirkwood, they know it's a body
Ab
Cm
Gm
Lil Mexico know it's a body
Ab
Scooter in here with the zombies
Cm
Gucci get out, it's a problem
I might take Quentin to Follies
You hate your life, just be honest
Ab
I got the digital dash
Cm
She want a picture with all of my
Ab
niggas to just make the visual last
Cm
But she too embarrassed to ask
Ab
Cm
I got my foot on they neck
and my foot on the gas
Ab
You remind me of a quarterback,
your shit is all in the past
Cm
Ab
Esco and Boomin,
Ab
And I got the, I got the, I got the, I got the, I
Fm
Ab
I did the digital
Verse 6
dash (woo)
I fucked that bitch in the passenger
Fm
Ab
I gave that junky a blast
I sell that dope to your mama, though
Fm
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