Kunci: C minor
Verse 1
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C
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Savage life shit right here, yuh,
look, all way concrete, yuh
Straight to the point, straight to the point,
C
let's get it, look, come on
Am
C
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Bitch ass nigga tellin' folks what he
gon' do when he see me
Am
Nigga I don't even know what
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all this fake ass beefin'
Em
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That perpetratin' ass bootin'
Em
C
for some fake ass reason
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I don't know but all I know is you better
shoot when you see me
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Nineteen since I was twelve I been
C
packin' these pieces
Am
Runnin' wide through the hood and
C
back in the woods with the beast
Am
Thirteen, goin' to school
C
in my n***a
Caprice's
Em
Am
Em
He'll fuck the antis and
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I'll fuck the lenises
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High school, all the hoes,
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fresh bows and creases
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Genetics, construction workers,
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I supply the people
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I stay on that street shit
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and I don't lie to people
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I ain't with that rap beef shit cause
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Em
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I acquire some people
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You probably wanna throw a brick
C
and then hide your fingers
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Don't even try it, n***a,
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I'll send a ride to see ya
Am
Bunch of regular ass n****s,
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no disguise or heels
Am
Like, yeah, ain't you a boy,
Em
C
but you surprised to see us
Am
C
A bunch of trill niggas comin' for
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your motherfuckin' stomach
Gettin' bloody,
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loadin' tummies, you dig?
Am
C
That ol' red dot, aimin' for your top
Am
That ol' hot bullet tumblin',
C
Am
hit you back while you runnin'
Walkin' you down like
C
it ain't nothin'
Am
C
Close, close, can't miss you, hit you,
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hit you while you strugglin'
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Uh -uh, bitch, this nigga,
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you don't want that
C
You don't want that nigga
Am
Man, these niggas say I'm fakin'
Em
C
And I'm changin' this shit
Am
I got no pa tience for no hatin'
Em
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I'm bout' stackin' a bitch
Am
I don't care who you is, where you from,
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how you come, bitch, I'm gutter
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Em
I've been lost my mind, bitch,
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I'm beats more, motherfucker
Am
And I'm tellin' ya, the ambulance,
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Am
ain't gon' help ya
Em
I'm heavyweight and you welter,
Am
so bad ass, I melt ya
This beat is mine, this street is mine
C
Am
This profit off this
D is mine
I make a
Em
C
Am
BRC second line, rip and shine
C
But you don't want that
Am
When I was 12,
Em
I stole a chopper from the don key
C
Am
I ain't that little boy you fuck with
Em
C
or that bitch you fell in love with
Em
Am
Em
I'm that nigga with that dub spit who
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you don't wanna fuck with
Am
C
I live that life, I'm paranoid so you
Am
know I got my steel at night
Be with me,
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God, when I'm rollin'
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through them red lights
C
Em
Am
Keep my head tight, and when I take a journey,
Em
make sure I be led right
C
Wait a minute,
Am
let me get off in that shit real quick
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Am
Who the fuck don't feel it?
C
Stand your bitch ass up
Am
So I can slap you with my dick,
I was baptized to spit
C
Am
I'ma leave here in blood,
C
and that's on cat -eye cuz
You don't want that
Am
C
A bunch of trill niggas comin' for
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your motherfuckin' stomach
C
Am
Gettin' blood in those tummies,
you dead
You don't want that
That ol' red dot aiming for your top
That ol' hot bullet tumbling,
C
Am
hit you back while you're running
You don't want that
C
Walking you down like it ain't nothing
Am
Close, close, can't miss you
C
Hit you, hit you while you're struggling
Am
You don't want that
C
Nah -ah, bitch ass nigga
Am
You don't want that
C
You don't want that
Am
See big head, rock black
C
With the gag cock back
Em
Am
And the fat rock sack
C
Bout to shake the block back
Am
Try to hate us, stop that
C
Then you get and pop that
Am
Mercedes make the
Maybach
Em
C
And I gotta cop that
Am
So be cool, lay back
Em
C
Am
Nigga, hold your grudge, hold your nuts
Hold your breath,
C
but big head won't budge
Em
Am
C
On bright street with a tech like,
fuck the judge
Am
Hit your set,
Em
C
leave it wet like the crimson blood
Am
I shoot shit with certain niggas,
Em
C
but I ain't friendly
Am
And they're soft and murky niggas,
C
so it's just semi
Am
They out here smoking weed and popping
C
and it's getting them skinny
Am
You can clown if you want,
C
then I'm sounding the semi
Am
All around me in the club
C
when I'm down in the
Henny
Am
You wasn't around me when
C
Santa didn't come down to
Jimmy
Am
If you looking for some beef,
C
you done found you plenty
Am
And them niggas off my street,
Em
C
they a clown for penancin'
Am
You don't want
C
A bunch of trill niggas comin' for your
Am
motherfuckin' stomach
C
Gettin' bloody, loadin' tummies,
you're dead
Am
You don't want
C
That old red dot, aimin' for your top
Am
That old hot bullet tumblin',
C
hit you back while you're runnin'
Am
You don't want that
Walkin' you down like
C
it ain't nothin'
Am
C
Close, close, can't miss you, hit you,
hit you while you struggle
Am
You don't want that
C
Uh -uh, bitch, this nigga,
Am
you don't want that
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You don't want that, nigga
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