Kunci: Ab major
Verse 1
Eb
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Bb
Soon as I catch the vibe tell 'em
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Eb
to fetch the hearse
Eb5
Shorty I'm pressin' lines
D
lifting the Lauren shirt
Eb
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D
Tell her to bless the girth if she with it
Ebm
I'm in that kitchen,
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D
wrist water whippin' work (psych)
Eb
Bb
Nigga, I don't do that
Eb5
Eb
Niggas get bloop- blapped and blown
away
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D
Wessons making Mexicans
Eb
wetbacks like "Órale!"
Verse 2
D
Okay, I'm on to something
Eb
Momma should've told you it'd
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be days like this
D
It's just a tale from the crip
Eb
Bb
I'm on my séance shit,
Eb
I'm tryna make a million dollars
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Keep it hood while crossing
D
over on some A.I. shit
Eb
D
I need a foreign baby momma to
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match a nigga model whip
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D
Ramona Park made me from scratch
Bb
A lot of lotto picks lost inside
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this game called rap
Eb
I be the underdog Bullet hit his fore
Verse 3
D
head,
Eb
it exit out his under arm
D
Ain't nobody bigger than my hood,
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my nigga, fuck a boss
D
Baby- mama killer, you offended,
Bb
and I fuck her raw
Eb5
Stretchy doing federal time for
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busting at the law
D
And he gonna be a neighbor of mine,
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you play me for a pawn
Eb
D
Shawty, I be swimming with sharks,
your posse full of prawns
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D
Pistols rip his body apart,
Bb
now he afraid of dark alleyways
Eb
Niggas better listen when the pastor say
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Ugh,
Verse 4
D
hold on,
Ebm
Eb5
hold on, let me hear me that
D
Eb5
D
Ugh, hold on, hold on, ugh
Ugh, hold on, hold on, ugh
Bb
It's Golf on that- , bitch,
Verse 5
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Eb
it's Golf on that ball cap
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D
I guzzle the tall boy,
Eb
Jehovah ain't call back
Eb5
And y'all still debating
D
over Earl music
Ebm
Troops got the group nationwide
D
moving merch units crazy
Eb
Bb
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Peanut but ter to paisley,
Eb
walking down the street
D
In the different color McGrady's, that
first grader was me
Eb
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D
Now my fist full of spliffs and the
old banker receipts
Ebm
D
Bitches grip the stick and jerky like cold
Bb
shanks of the beef, dry
Verse 6
Eb5
I'm taking purses like
Eb
they chances in the evening
Pick your pants up, boy,
D
you dancing with a demon
Eb5
On my momma I been limiting my features,
D
filling swishers up with reefer
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Bitch, it's difficult to beat
D
him like a soft dick
Ebm
Golf clique deep,
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and we don't hit the streets passive
Eb
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That nigga Sweaty got the gas an d
D
Shreddy K brought the matches
Eb
Pitch your body in the water like a Lipton
Verse 7
D
teabag and then
Eb
Switch to different fucking whip to let
D
them piggies speed past him
Bb
It's the rats, try and get the cheese
Ebm
Eb
What it do? Rap like I'm mincing meat
D
Call me Lou, if I'm on the track,
Eb
these niggas skip to me
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D
Niggas want to fade me, bitches feel
Ebm
some type of way for me
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50's in my pocket falling out like
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fucking baby teeth
Verse 8
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Vince be with the rocket,
Eb
he gone pop it when it's danger round
D
Fingertips to tapers, now,
salute us when you face us
D
Give a fuck about the moves all
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Eb
these loser niggas making now
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