Kunci: C# minor•
Verse 1
C#m
Aye, aye with those lights man
Bang, bang,
A
C#m
G#
C#m
bang twenty of them things
A
C#m
G#
Bring those racks up
C#m
I made racks for all them things
Yeah ain't no more Act' man
It's some PTs and bricks,
ain't no more Act'
G#
C#m
A
We cashing out man glock shells
C#m
You know how we coming
Verse 2
C#m
Chief So the most anticipated trapper
Why you always shittin'? I'm a crapper
Fishy ass niggas,
ya'll some crappers
Had to smack the bitch head
F#m
Cause she's a grabber
C#m
Chief Sosa the most underrated rapper
I'm laughin' to the bank, I'm a laugher
Me and Ben had conversations
full of laughter
You got five million dollars for
Me then I'm flattered
Verse 3
C#m
Walked up in the court, I'm
reekin'
Yeah I'm reekin' now I'm blinging
Smell like a pound of skunk
You smell like a pound of peaches
A
C#m
I remember trap pin'
Ridin' round in the Regal
Now I pull up in that i8
A
C#m
Look like some Adidas
Stripes on my shit so you
Know you can't beat me
Fredo in the cut like the sore
On my fuckin' knee and
Ridin' fast while I'm eatin'
My car look like neon
You know I got D- Money
A
I'm flexin' like I'm Deion
C#m
Your weed stepped on
Guess what? My shit peed on
I'm hot up in this bitch
Someone get some fuckin' Freon
For my air conditionin'
It feel like I cut the heat on
You wake up turn your swags on
I wake up turn my heat on
You a lame ass duck nigga,
nigga you a peon
I'm coolin' at Leon's my
independent kingdom
I pulled up to Harold's
G#
C#m
Eight piece with some lemon
A
C#m
Pepper on my shit, R kelly TP3 on
Verse 4
Chief So the most anticipated trapper
Why you always shittin'? I'm a crapper
Fishy ass niggas,
ya'll some crabbers
Had to smack the bitch head
F#m
Cause she's a grabber
C#m
Chief Sosa the most underrated rapper
I'm laughin' to the bank,
I'm a laugher
Me and Ben had conversations
full of laughter
You got five million dollars for
Me then I'm flattered
A
Every
Verse 5
C#m
body loves Raymond don't they
These hoes'll eat my babies,
won't they
Hundred shots for eighty homies
But I'm so well gettin' money
Wanna go and get some cheese
Hurry up, I'm really hungry
Try me we can bill your homies
Oh, damn, come
Burglary, we steal your homies
Oh, damn, whore
Potato shit, we peel your homie
My homies come and kill your homies
G#
C#m
A
I'm paralyzed don't feel your homie
Pull up then four wheel your homie
All these niggas really phony
I got bread, I keep it long
Slice you like a pizza homie
Clear diamonds, Fiji on me
A
C#m
Boy don't go Luigi on me
Don't get caught what's
in my tummy
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C#m
G#
C#m
Hi Tech what's in my tummy
Bronx tale, nigga you know I
keep it sunny
He keeps glo'n
Coffee cake, nigga I got fajita on me
I'm gone Reese's Pieces on you
Where your heater? Keep it on you
Only time you going bald is at
The barber shop like Eva's
Verse 6
C#m
Chief So the most anticipated trapper
Why you always shittin'? I'm a crapper
Fishy ass niggas, ya'll some crappers
Had to smack the bitch head
F#m
Cause she's a grabber
C#m
See Sosa the most underrated rapper
I'm laughin' to the bank, I'm a laugher
Me and Ben had conversations
full of laughter
You got five million dollars for
Outro 1
Me then I'm flattered
C#m
C#m
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