Kunci: Ab major
Verse 1
E
Yeah, yeah, yeah
B
Soon as I catch the vibe tell 'em
E5
E
to fetch the hearse
E5
Shorty I'm pressin' lines
D#
lifting the Lauren shirt
E
E5
D#
Tell her to bless the girth if she with it
Em
I'm in that kitchen,
E5
D#
wrist water whippin' work (psych)
E
B
Nigga, I don't do that
E5
E
Niggas get bloop- blapped and blown
away
E5
D#
Wessons making Mexicans
E
wetbacks like "Órale!"
Verse 2
D#
Okay, I'm on to something
E
Momma should've told you it'd
E5
be days like this
D#
It's just a tale from the crip
E
B
I'm on my séance shit,
E
I'm tryna make a million dollars
E5
Keep it hood while crossing
D#
over on some A.I. shit
E
D#
I need a foreign baby momma to
E
match a nigga model whip
E5
D#
Ramona Park made me from scratch
B
A lot of lotto picks lost inside
E5
this game called rap
E
I be the underdog Bullet hit his fore
Verse 3
D#
head,
E
it exit out his under arm
D#
Ain't nobody bigger than my hood,
E5
my nigga, fuck a boss
D#
Baby- mama killer, you offended,
B
and I fuck her raw
E5
Stretchy doing federal time for
E
busting at the law
D#
And he gonna be a neighbor of mine,
E5
you play me for a pawn
E
D#
Shawty, I be swimming with sharks,
your posse full of prawns
E5
D#
Pistols rip his body apart,
B
now he afraid of dark alleyways
E
Niggas better listen when the pastor say
E5
Ugh,
Verse 4
D#
hold on,
Em
E5
hold on, let me hear me that
D#
E5
D#
Ugh, hold on, hold on, ugh
Ugh, hold on, hold on, ugh
B
It's Golf on that- , bitch,
Verse 5
E5
E
it's Golf on that ball cap
E5
D#
I guzzle the tall boy,
E
Jehovah ain't call back
E5
And y'all still debating
D#
over Earl music
Em
Troops got the group nationwide
D#
moving merch units crazy
E
B
E5
Peanut butter to paisley,
E
walking down the street
D#
In the different color McGrady's, that
first grader was me
E
E5
D#
Now my fist full of spliffs and the
old banker receipts
Em
D#
Bitches grip the stick and jerky like cold
B
shanks of the beef, dry
Verse 6
E5
I'm taking purses like
E
they chances in the evening
Pick your pants up, boy,
D#
you dancing with a demon
E5
On my momma I been limiting my features,
D#
filling swishers up with reefer
E5
Bitch, it's difficult to beat
D#
him like a soft dick
Em
Golf clique deep,
E5
and we don't hit the streets passive
E
E5
That nigga Sweaty got the gas an d
D#
Shreddy K brought the matches
E
Pitch your body in the water like a Lipton
Verse 7
D#
teabag and then
E
Switch to different fucking whip to let
D#
them piggies speed past him
B
It's the rats, try and get the cheese
Em
E
What it do? Rap like I'm mincing meat
D#
Call me Lou, if I'm on the track,
E
these niggas skip to me
E5
D#
Niggas want to fade me, bitches feel
Em
some type of way for me
E5
50's in my pocket falling out like
Em
fucking baby teeth
Verse 8
E5
Vince be with the rocket,
E
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
B
E
these loser niggas making now
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