Tonalità: A minor
Verse 1
Am
Dm
I just woke up,
Am
Dm
right now I'm on some coochie runs
Am
Dm
On coochie runs, talkin' im proper
Am
Right now I'm on some coochie runs,
talkin'
improper
Yesterday I fucked a candy lady with a
Miss
Wanda
Nigga, you know that ass fat,
I put on two
conos
Bought a big bag of
Fruity
Tooties for a loose
dollar
In
Atlanta, I'm on
Peace
Street clutchin'
a big chopper
Beat up this bitch and
got to shootin' at
Fucked my dad out, they mobbed me too,
F
Dm
she should've wore
Connors
Am
Free my old head,
F
Dm
he clapped a n***a over four dollars
Am
Big trippin' with my n***a
F
Frank, this n***a snort powder
Am
Get the bag goin', they caught a plug,
Dm
I need some more silence
Am
N****s pissed, they music weak as fuck,
they need some more talent
Hit this one play,
I'm even swervin' out in
Fort
Rappin'
Bitch, I had a court date,
was in a court rappin'
Been to play my music for the judge,
I had him floor slappin'
Dm
All coochie runs talkin' im proper
Am
Right now I'm all some coochie
runs talkin' improper
Yesterday I fucked a candy lady, what up
Miss
Wanda?
Nigga, you know that ass fat,
I put on two condoms
Bought a big bag of
Fruity
Tooties for a loose dollar
In
Atlanta, I'm on
Peachtree clutching a big cycle
Ayy, in the city, I'm riding down
Livvy with a stick on me
Niggas shitty, can't get a song
with me and they sick of me
Make the news like a fly's
Dm
food, I got that shit on me
Am
Bitch keep on tryna make me fuck,
ain't got the energy
Dm
Huh, he thinking with his dick
, we sick of bitch on him
Am
Huh, I call up
Brody
Shark, he got a fin on him
Huh, these niggas really narcs,
he got a snitch on him
Huh, he got hit in the car, he
had a bitch on him
Run out with them glizzies,
get them blowin' like a symphony
250 clips,
that's a hunnid like a centipede
Lil' bro thought he was gon' blow,
he got killed instead
Right now I'm off of
Dm
Opwood, I'm finna diss the dad
Am
Hit that n***a in his dome,
Dm
gotta fix his head
Am
Swear to
God, I used to be broke,
Dm
now I'm fit to bang
Am
N***a, see me, y 'all know they gon' run,
better use your legs
How the f*** you see the opps
and ain't use your legs?
F***ing on this thick b***h,
Dm
she done broke my man
Am
You know a n***a try to rob a
bank cause he lost his man
Try to sell this n***a weed, he
want coke instead
Before we had guns, we was throwin' eggs
D -Bo got hit with a brick, I
won't smoke with
Craig
Right now I'm finna roll a ob, yeah,
we smoke the dead
If he trippin',
Glocky get the twitchin'
Dm
Am
We put on the switches in the trenches
Dm
We're gettin' relentless,
try and make a difference
Am
If you need me for a bag,
Dm
you gotta pay with interest
Am
See my nigga go and hit the box and
Dm
just take his sentence
Am
Move left and then I cock back
These niggas actin' like they want smoke,
but this is not that
I caught him walkin' down that
one road and put his top back
Damn, I really meant to say,
push this top back
Dm
Am
Thank you,
Dm
GCN
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