Tonalità: C minor
Verse 1
Bm
D
Huh, Hey shootbaby
Bm
(Hello? Xanman?)
I I wish I knew that
You know what I'm sayin'
I wish I knew a lot
D
E
Ooh, ooh, huh (Hey Turk,
Sparkheem)
D
Rifle got hair
Verse 2
and triggers
I just bought her a wig
G
I love what she do when
A
she get in that bed
Bm
Rob a nigga, we just shot him instead
Not a family guy,
D
but my bitch look like Meg
Bm
Yeah, none of these niggas
don't shoot
D
F#m
A
I'm droppin' that shit off MW2
Bm
If I get highed up, you
can catch me off goop
D
This Drac' got real wood, they call me Groot
Bm
I told you, if this bitch cheat
D
I'ma kill her this bitch got a mind of
A
It's own like Matilda
Bm
Fuck I look like buying guns
When I build 'em?
Hol', grab the Glock right there
I'ma leave him
Walk down with that
Drac', it's that season
D
A
Bm
Alvin and the Chipmunks, bitch, I'm Ian
Put the F in the feel like Fajita
Cut ties with a bitch like
D
Kanye did Adidas
Verse 3
D
A
Bm
Yeah, I wish I knew that this
Drac' 'bout to hit him
D
I wish you knew that I
was talkin' to bitches
Bm
Twenty- five in the clip, it's like Christmas
F#m
A
He tried to cross me but
Bm
he ain't Christian
I'm a fuck nigga, I'm not for GloRilla
D
A
Bm
I take all the shit like a picture
I poured a whole six in a pitcher
F#m
A
Functional drug addict, I'm addicted
Bm
Give me that Fentanyl, this shit hittin'
D
Give me that bitch number, I'ma hit her
Bm
Feelin' like nigga, I'm not a
F#m
Fuck nigga got Veneers
A
Bm
We knock out them dentures
Verse 4
Nigga, what's up with all that tippin'?
Bm
None of these niggas not trappin'
Wipe the blood off my shirt
With a Popeyes napkin
D
I ain't totin' no ghost,
this manufactured
Could've made a move
with the 40
What happened? Can't
Bm
believe what I made off
A five dollar mattress
I been lookin' for blood like Morbius
Dracula
D
Bm
Got purple tips in my gun, look
like lavender
I ain't saving no bitch
D
This not Greys Anatomy
Bm
I pulled out the stick,
he like rap battling
Too sharp with the gun
I could shoot out a cavity
My dawg still selling that Scooby
like Daphne
D
Put three in his head like a triple- a battery
Bm
I wish you knew how I feel, no hope
Put his head on the fridge
A
Like a suicide note that nig
Bm
ga not shootin'
Ain't lettin' no stick go
Her head was so good that I
Came in like six strokes glock 7
11, get killed for a big gulp
Look up to Ted Bundy,
A
they call me a sicko
Bm
Yeah, let's see who spinnin' this
Shit like a disco
Let's see who make
D
niggas duck like limbo
G
High off that Fentanyl, done
Bm
D
hit a lamppost
I wish these bitches had
A
Bm
Somethin' to stand for
I put a band on his head
like Masenko
D
A
Bm
Bitch- ass nigga ain't lettin' no
D
Bm
A
Drac' go
Outro 1
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D
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D
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