Key: E minor
Intro 1
Cm
Ab
Cm
Verse 1
that's what I said to him
we do the peace sign to 'em
I'm like "fuck what they talking"
Eb
Gm
Stay cool, clutch guns while I'm walking
while I'm sparking
Duce their mom to
Cm
Eb
Flaming your apartment,
Gm
Cm
Gm
top shelf in your closet
which was nonsense
Gm
Eb
A code of silence,
Gm
Cm
I feel a bitch should know
If you open your mouth
I feel a bitch should go
Gm
Hit the quick vote, okay, slit your throat
This the vote, cool, nigga
Eb
Cm
My fellas, this ain't something
that your bitch should know
Cm
Gm
hey, I kick the flow
Cm
Ab
It's hit and go, hit the do', hit the dough
Eb
Gm
Sip some Mo' in the 8- 4, yo,
bitch, lay low
Eb
Cm
Any debts I pay fo', spray fo'
Eb
Cm
Satisfying the mix with the yayo
Eb
Cm
And I was locked up on the
Gm
8th flo'
Verse 2
Gm
Cm
I'm walking out the house
while it's bright and early
Gm
Cm
Just hung up the phone,
Gm
Cm
[?] is ready to serve me
Eb
Cm
Gotta meet 'em by the dock,
see, I buy the boatload
but my vatos loco
Eb
Cm
When you're me pistols are
rarely needed
With these prices I'm strictly
Gm
Cm
business and I mean it
Seven gram a block,
I'm moving seventy in seven days
Gm
Cm
Got seven distributes in seven
We money mates,
We millionaire thugs making
exchanges in sway lucks
cassettes and drugs
Eb
Cm
Never ever gunplay, that's for the broke,
Eb
Cm
Making deals,
spending expensive wheels for thrills
Cm
Gm
you gotta pop a pill
copping kilos from boats
Before this,
you know our steelo was strictly cutting [?]
Eb
Cm
Ex tortion involving bloody
ransom notes
pound cocaine quotes
Verse 3
Gm
Cm
It's a bird bath,
we move a hundred a week
The player price which can never be beat
Not by a nigga on these city streets
Gm
Cm
Trying to push a two gram
served by [?]
Prices you never heard,
yeah, my flake is nice
Eb
Cm
So what I'm young and I keep the caine?
If you come up short that's
a bullet to the brain
Verse 4
Gm
Cm
I could break down a brick
Never *snorting noises* even
Eb
Cm
though I stay around the shit
Gm
Cm
From the sound, shit,
the fo' pound found your rib
can drown your kids
Copped this bitch a Benz to
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Cm
get around for the kids
Gm
Eb
Cm
Y'all fake hustlers, busters,
I'll cut ya
Cm
Musher when I clutch the bitch boy gutter
Cm
Gm
move with every word you utter
Verse 5
Cm
A bird bathtub, you cats will puff herb slaps
Eb
Gm
By 5 pm I've been in
Eb
Cm
Serving crabs, elevated to birds
celebrated then splurged
More than nine birds,
you saying the right words
Eb
Cm
My sight blurred with teflon light [?]
Cm
Gm
Prada shoes, nice shirt
cock back, kill tracks
Cm
Eb
peel windshields back for that crack
Cm
Gm
Cm
Still rap, block niggas feel that, yeah yeah,
Outro 1
feel that
Eb
Cm
Eb
Cm
Eb
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ChordsCm Ab Eb Gm G
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