Tonalità: G minor
Verse 1
F#m
D
C#
Ayy, ayy
F#m
Gang, gang, gang
Shoot with the gang, gang, gang
D
C#
Load it, then bang,
F#m
bang, bang
Bang, gang, gang
Verse 2
D
Gang, gang Gang, gang,
C#
gang,
F#m
Bm
D
gang (Great John on the beat by the way)
C#
Look, huh Niggas like,
Verse 3
"Sheff, you be
D
movin' too hot
Bm
D
You got nothin' to prove,
you the king of this shit"
'Member days postin' the
.30s inside of the Glock?
I was itchin' to move on a lick
C#
Nig gas be talking real hot
D
for the 'net
But they see me in person,
they all on my dick
F#m
D
I got they hearts in my pocket, no bully
But I could be bullyin' whole lotta shit
C#
Look, push
Verse 4
F#m
me to the limit
D
C#
Let's see who really tryna get it, okay
F#m
Push me to the limit
D
And let's see who really, really with it
F#m
Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?
D
(Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?
Them niggas is lyin')
Don't see no
F#m
Suburbans, who spinnin'?
Don't see no
D
F#m
Suburbans, who spinnin'? Look
Verse 5
F#m
He got a black flag, nigga, take it off
D
You get shot down if you play his songs
C#
F#m
I keep a Glock 'round,
I would let it off
D
F#m
This a diss track, this is not a song
I got 'em thinkin' its voodoo
D
I'ma King Corso you poodles
C#
F#m
I been in the field like manure
D
Can't talk on my
name, 'cause I'll prove it
Bm
I'm feelin' like,
feelin' like who really want it?
You niggas my sons,
D
I ain't feel like abortin' again
Bm
Niggas can't mention no money
I double the offer and you know
F#m
it's off with his head
Just pass me the chop, lemme fold 'em
D
Me by myself, I'll do it to you
F#m
Run up, get dirt up, on M8V3N
D
F#m
Me by myself, I'll give it to you
Verse 6
F#m
Niggas like,
D
"Sheff, you be movin' too hot
You got nothin' to prove,
you the king of this shit"
'Member days postin' with
.30s inside of the Glock?
I was itchin' to move on a lick
C#
Niggas be talking real hot
D
for the 'net
But they see me in person,
they all on my dick
I got their hearts in my pocket, no bully
But I could be bullyin' whole lotta shit
C#
Look, push
Verse 7
F#m
me to the limit
D
C#
Let's see who really tryna get it, okay
F#m
Push me to the limit
D
And let's see who really,
F#m
really with it
Don't see no Suburbans, who
spinnin'?
D
(Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?
Them niggas is lyin')
F#m
Don't see no Suburbans, who
spinnin'?
D
Don't see no Suburbans, who
F#m
spinnin'? Look, look
Verse 8
F#m
D
Lyin' in they raps for the clout
Heard that boy a snitch, fish 'em out
Bm
Boy, I got the wave, you in drought
D
Reason why my dick in they mouth
C#
F#m
No this ain't dance music,
D
nigga (I buss a bop, I don't dance)
F#m
No, this ain't chill music,
Bm
D
nigga (I'm tryna drill, I want 'em dead)
F#m
Huh, this for the streets,
so fuck your say
D
Don't care if this don't
get no radio play
C#
F#m
Huh, bang on any who play
D
F#m
My flow so sick for any who hate, huh
Oh, you tryna buss matas
D
Shots spin him, that's bachata
F#m
I stand over niggas and buh, blacka
The king, no,
D
F#m
I'm da masa, nigga
Verse 9
D
M8V3N, M8V3N gang
F#m
Shoota, shoota (don't see no Sub
urbans, who spinnin'?)
That's shoota gang,
D
F#m
shoota gang-gang-gang-gang
(Don't see no Suburbans, who
spinnin'?)
D
M8V3N, M8V3N gang
F#m
Shoota, shoota (don't see no Suburbans, who
spinnin'?)
D
That's shoota gang (don't see no Suburbans,
F#m
who spinnin'?)
Shoota gang-gang-gang-gang
Verse 10
F#m
D
Shoota gang-gang-gang
C#
F#m
Bang, bang, bang, load it the bang,
C#
D
C#
D
bang, bang
C#
F#m
Gang, gang
D
I need to hear that again
C#
D
C#
F#m
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