Kunci: D minor•
Intro 1
Gm
D
Gm
Dm
Gm
Bb
Gm
Dm
Verse 1
lippin',
runnin' guns, nigga
Bb
F
I give a fuck, you need a job, hit me up
Gm
I see some fools who need to get stuck,
cause hitmen come and hit
A
You got to have some in every family
Bb
Gm
Ain't no friends,
just associates and comrades
Bb
Gm
Laced in double -breasted suits
and black mob hats
It's quick to shoot, if you blast,
you better blast strong
Cause when we shoot, if we miss,
Dm
we hit your mom's jones
I got the sheriffs on the payroll
Bb
Gm
F
Bringin' suitcases in full of play -doh
Gm
But my father, nigga, why bother?
Gettin' involved with some G's,
Dm
Gm
Motherfuckin' Shattery G
You and your niggas better pray I miss
Gm
bullets tend to ricochet
But they'll attack and hit,
just call me Sean Gotti
Where every clip I empty out,
the 50 gon' be countin' dead
You and your niggas better pray I miss
Cause I'm accurate,
bullets tend to ricochet
But they'll attack and hit,
just call me Sean Gotti
Where every clip I empty out,
the 50 gon' be countin' dead bodies
Rubber fade nigga, grave digger,
from the ghetto
With an adequate amount of metal,
off that armaretto
With more heat than a gunshot,
makin' moves like a pony
The 50's on me,
Bb
tryna shut cap but they can't
I got eyes everywhere,
Gm
watchin' every move they make
Sean Godalini, the game plan,
you can't stop it
A
Got a soul like a ripped pocket,
Dm
Gm
no you ain't no mafioso
Bb
Organized thugs, put it down,
Gm
F
steady con querin' terrain,
Gm
makin' it for million grand
So you busters better watch your back,
or get whacked
A
Once you park it in your car,
Gm
Bb
now that's that
Gm
Ain't nothin' off my chest,
Bb
I sit back and pump cigars
Gm
If you did dirt, you shoulda known
Not to get up in that car,
that was a violent
F
Gm
That somebody had to carry out
Now you missing,
A
Bb
and nobody knows
your whereabouts
Gm
You and your niggas better pray I miss,
Gm
Bullets tend to ricochet,
but they'll attack and hit
Just call me Sean Gotti,
where every clip I empty out
the 50 gon' be counting dead
You and your niggas better pray I miss,
Gm
Bullets tend to ricochet,
but they'll attack and hit
Bb
Gm
Just call me Sean Gotti,
where every clip I empty out
Dm
Gm
the 50 gon' be counting dead bodies
Dm
Bb
I got more fettuccino than Reno
You're more than likely see me
F
Gm
in the Vegas Strip Cas ino
Fuckin' off C -notes,
F
Gm
while you broke niggas play Keno
Dm
I'm keepin' shit fetty like Nino
Gm
On a whole nother level than you
Bb
Livin' better than you
F
Gettin' loot like the President do
got bread in the oven
And I'm lovin' the life
A
You wanna see me bout somethin'?
F
Bb
Shit, I'm dumpin' on sight
Gm
Nigga, I'm buryin' cash
Bb
Believe me, gangstas don't play
F
They'll be diggin' your body up
Gm
Like the remains of Pompeii
I'm from the Dirty Bay
F
Gm
Where niggas known to spray for fun
Dm
Gm
Do dirt for crime
Bb
Gm
We better run if you funkin' with me
Bb
Me and my niggas handle
Ain't no truck in the heat,
Bb
Gm
we put nig gas to sleep
We roll deep, we the mob,
Bb
killin' niggas that crawl
Gm
You and your niggas better pray I miss,
Gm
Bullets tend to ricochet,
but they'll attack and hit
Just call me Sean Gotti,
where every clip I empty out
The 50 gon' be countin'
dead bodies
You your niggas better pray I miss,
Gm
Bullets tend to ricochet,
but they'll attack and hit
Just call me Sean Gotti
For every coupe I empty out
the 50
Dm
Gm
Gon' be countin' dead bodies
Outro 1
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Dm
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