Tonalità: D minor
Intro 1
Cm
Ab
Eb
Cm
Ab
Eb
Cm
Verse 1
Cm
It's
not a trick question
Yeah I'm smoking dope
Walk through the door,
get your camera phones
Ab
Eb
Come through, mechanic shit
Cm
Get your hammers on
If you want a peace treat
Call my cellular phone
It's not a trick question
I don't fuck with opps
I don't rock with cops
I send a bunch of shots
Ab
Eb
Some cops be cool because
Cm
they give me passes
Doing 110 in my car
They like "this nigga savage"
I got the Glock, Tony, Sosa I'm Sammy
I'ma dog and a lion bitch, I ain't Bambi
Ab
Cm
Catch the bag like Randy
Eb
Long as this money in it
Cm
She told me that her pussy tight
I fit my Johnny it
Fuck that bitch then I'm dipping
Yeah I'm really pimping
I'ma Kobe Bryant,
you's a Scottie Pippen
Ab
I got my semi in it
Eb
Cm
The club in Philly with it
Then I leave Philly with a
Bunch of silly bitches
Tricks are for kids,
you need a Doctor Kid
Cause when I'm done
stitching your ass
Don't let your mama see it
Ab
In my 4K TV house,
Eb
Cm
it's a bunch of shit
Come in here tryna hit a lick
Commercial get a bunch of beats
I'm cooling with the stars in the sky
Don't be fucking with my
dogs cause they bite
Ab
Cm
I hop out looking like some raw in the pipe
Like it's Memorials Day, got on all white
I had a dream like Doctor King
What can you bring to the table?
Ab
I got lots of things
Cm
Eb
Cm
I got Tommies, I got mobster things
Come through like a janitor,
we moping things
Forensics come check it out
Come in here won't make it out
Like new clothes, I lay it
Out, boy fuck around, get aired out
Ab
You play the shit off, I play it out
Eb
Cm
You mumble the shit,
nigga say it out
Shoot your ass like a lil mud dog
What the fuck you eating, nigga? Spit it out
Pull up in a Hummer,
looking for some mamas
Know I ain't gon' fuck her
Cause he looks like his mother
Ab
His baby mama cumming,
Cm
cumming on my Johnson
Eb
Cause I be doing numbers
Cm
Cause I be getting money
It's not a trick question
What you a magician?
I treat your block like a classroom
Ab
I'm subbing it put your face on some rims
Eb
Bitch I'm dubbing it
Cm
Told you my pistol was celibate
Don't fuck with it
I'm like a husky,
you're like a puppy
I'm sipping muddy all day and night
Ab
I'm Kid Cudi
Eb
Cm
Eb
She got a buddy, and she tryna fuck me
Cm
Take that baby home with his
Pacifier then suck me
I got a blue pipe, it glow like blue lights
Make your face camouflage,
you got troops
Right?
Ab
Eb
This dope I'm smoking on,
Cm
Eb
it smoke like
Right?
Cm
You get it, that's a dope
line in Chicago
All white
Got a bitch named Moussi, she
give me coochie
This that Gucci, no this
Ab
ain't no Coogi
Eb
Cm
Eb
Free Gucci, get hit with the Uz i
Cm
Free T- Slick,
he come through with the toolie
Push your hairline, barber shop
I got a Jordan shot
You shoot like Chris Bosh
Ab
Cm
I was smoking, I was leaning, leaning hard
Cm
I be leaning like I'm standing
Eb
on the balcony
Cm
Bang
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