Tonalità: Ab major
Verse 1
D
Yeah, yeah, yeah
A
Soon as I catch the vibe tell 'em
D5
D
to fetch the hearse
D5
Shorty I'm pressin' lines
C#
lifting the Lauren shirt
D
D5
C#
Tell her to bless the girth if she with it
Dm
I'm in that kitchen,
D5
C#
wrist water whippin' work (psych)
D
A
Nigga, I don't do that
D5
D
Niggas get bloop- blapped and blown
away
D5
C#
Wessons making Mexicans
D
wetbacks like "Órale!"
Verse 2
C#
Okay, I'm on to something
D
Momma should've told you it'd
D5
be days like this
C#
It's just a tale from the crip
D
A
I'm on my séance shit,
D
I'm tryna make a million dollars
D5
Keep it hood while crossing
C#
over on some A.I. shit
D
C#
I need a foreign baby momma to
D
match a nigga model whip
D5
C#
Ramona Park made me from scratch
A
A lot of lotto picks lost inside
D5
this game called rap
D
I be the underdog Bullet hit his fore
Verse 3
C#
head,
D
it exit out his under arm
C#
Ain't nobody bigger than my hood,
D5
my nigga, fuck a boss
C#
Baby- mama killer, you offended,
A
and I fuck her raw
D5
Stretchy doing federal time for
D
busting at the law
C#
And he gonna be a neighbor of mine,
D5
you play me for a pawn
D
C#
Shawty, I be swimming with sharks,
your posse full of prawns
D5
C#
Pistols rip his body apart,
A
now he afraid of dark alleyways
D
Niggas better listen when the pastor say
D5
Ugh,
Verse 4
C#
hold on,
Dm
D5
hold on, let me hear me that
C#
D5
C#
Ugh, hold on, hold on, ugh
Ugh, hold on, hold on, ugh
A
It's Golf on that- , bitch,
Verse 5
D5
D
it's Golf on that ball cap
D5
C#
I guzzle the tall boy,
D
Jehovah ain't call back
D5
And y'all still debating
C#
over Earl music
Dm
Troops got the group nationwide
C#
moving merch units crazy
D
A
D5
Peanut butter to paisley,
D
walking down the street
C#
In the different color McGrady's, that
first grader was me
D
D5
C#
Now my fist full of spliffs and the
old banker receipts
Dm
C#
Bitches grip the stick and jerky like cold
A
shanks of the beef, dry
Verse 6
D5
I'm taking purses like
D
they chances in the evening
Pick your pants up, boy,
C#
you dancing with a demon
D5
On my momma I been limiting my features,
C#
filling swishers up with reefer
D5
Bitch, it's difficult to beat
C#
him like a soft dick
Dm
Golf clique deep,
D5
and we don't hit the streets passive
D
D5
That nigga Sweaty got the gas an d
C#
Shreddy K brought the matches
D
Pitch your body in the water like a Lipton
Verse 7
C#
teabag and then
D
Switch to different fucking whip to let
C#
them piggies speed past him
A
It's the rats, try and get the cheese
Dm
D
What it do? Rap like I'm mincing meat
C#
Call me Lou, if I'm on the track,
D
these niggas skip to me
D5
C#
Niggas want to fade me, bitches feel
Dm
some type of way for me
D5
50's in my pocket falling out like
Dm
fucking baby teeth
Verse 8
D5
Vince be with the rocket,
D
he gone pop it when it's danger round
C#
Fingertips to tapers, now,
salute us when you face us
C#
Give a fuck about the moves all
A
D
these loser niggas making now
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