Kunci: Gb major
Verse 1
I just left China,
D
I'm rollin' 3 .5s down at Julan
My gun black,
the little bitch that's with me look like Mulan
They keep tellin' me,
keep grindin' for that deal,
you seen your due time
But fuck rap,
front me a ounce of soft
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A lot of niggas hurtin' in the streets,
Em
but scared to do crime
can't let you hold no pole
Em
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Cause I'm a shoot mine, real hustler
They love me cause my price
as cheap as Groupon
You got a million followers,
but sleepin' on a futon
You shittin' me?
Em
Still money over bitches, fuck chivalry
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Robbed me for the birth and the money,
tried to middle me
with the billy,
lil' nigga riddle me
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Rockin' Gucci socks in the middle,
Em
E
Misfit, chillin' but my
F#
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niggas tryna blitz shit
E
Flip shit, drill in my lil' shooter,
pull like Ishmael
D
Big shit, I put a potato on my biscuit
Real shit,
E
D
I put bricks and Dragos on my wish list
Mind gone, I could shoot
a nigga with a blindfold
I could take a deuce
and bring a four back
with my eyes closed
I could take my work to any block
and get the line gone
D
Niggas wearin' rhinestones,
D
I trap in different time zones
F#
D
a nigga with a blindfold
I could take a deuce
with my eyes closed
I could take my work to any block
Niggas wearin' rhinestones,
D
Come to know I had to hustle
with the night crawlers
I'm a white baller,
lil' nigga never learn to fight
But he a pipe drug,
I learned to move around with a pipe
Inside of tight quarters,
I been betrayed for all my life
My all pump ice water,
sometimes makin' your money longer
Make your life shorter,
the way I'm known
for movin' white
And made my price shorter,
my Spanish bitch moved out to Texas
That's the right border,
she could write a book
for what my life taught her
Everything relates back to hustling,
supply and demand
Rap oversaturated,
back to frying them brims
I pitch stones, but you won't never
see me hiding my hands
D
I miss nip, but play my hud
like I can't die in the lint
Em
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Before rap, they wasn't well -wishing,
Em
I learned to cook and cut crack
inside a hell's kitchen
D
E
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Could see the whiskers on these pussies,
but they tails missing
E
I got bitches harder than rappers
Mind gone, I could shoot
a nigga with a blindfold
I could take a deuce and bring a full bag
with my eyes closed
E
I could take my work to any block
and get the line going
D
Niggas wearing rhinestones,
I trap in different time zones
I could take a deuce
with my eyes closed
F#
I could take my work to any block
Niggas wearing rhinestones,
I trap in different time Caboo!
Different time zones,
set on different watches
I've been in the middle of crime zones
And my whip is topless, you know
D
Got the breeze blowin' through my hair
Strip club, 20 G's,
and then we throw it in the air
I took trips out of town
with coke up in the spare, n***a
Ridin' by the cops
and hope that po -po didn't stare,
f*** up
D
I spit facts I can't fabricate,
tick, tick, tick
Give me 30 minutes,
I can bag an eighth, true
We pitch, pitch to the fiends
before they tag the base
And then we buy foreign cars
and then we drag the race
You can't, can't get money
and at a faster pace
They told me, slow down
before you catch a kid
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Now, I be in yachts just like a castaway
Em
for them homies that done passed away
A yacht master with a classic face
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At this point I should pay more
Mind gone, I could shoot
I could take a deuce
with my eyes closed
I could take my work to any block
and get the line gone
Niggas wearing rhinestones,
I trap in different time zones
I can shoot a n***a with a blindfold
and bring a full bag
I can take my work to any block
and get the lawn clowned
N****s wearin' rhinestones,
I trap in different time zones
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