Key: C minor•
Verse 1
I here we go a little freestyle session
to end off the night for y 'all
We about to get out of here
You better put the pedal to the
metal with smash smash
and they can follow me follow me now
but now here we go.
Bb
Cm
Okay fuck with a nigga talk
Can't see I'm gonna hit you off the dome
G
Cm
with the flow shit hit you up with calicoes
and all the other
Metal shit get down
Bm
G
put the pedal to the metal on
G
Cm
They fucking mr. Mr. Can -G,
Ready to hit some niggas
in this motherfucker
G
Cm
Off the dough, so, with the flows of ghosts
Bb
Cm
Oh, shit, I'm drunk and
then a motherfucker in this bitch
Mr. Can, leave your brain on freeze
Bm
motherfucker
Southside G
this motherfucking bitch
Please, can't even ride
Shit, man, can't even stop and pause
Can't even holla at a nigga like you
with dirty drawers
Givin' up a head
to every nigga in the clique
Cm
G
Cm
G
Bb
I'm a -
Cm
G
Cm
Don't you understand
you should've ran from the boogeyman
The bass pumpin' and the
heart up in the Ebby, man
No matter if you Mexican or if you Asian
G
Cm
Bb
But something smell foul like a trash can
Where you can hit somebody
Shit will end in a minute man
G
Cm
See my mind is animated like a cartoon
Bb
Cm
Better shoot more straighter
than a heart poon
I used to try to shoot straight to the moon
Now my thoughts go beyond
just past Neptune
G
Cm
I need to put food on the fucking table
I think I'm able,
I stay strapped like Clark Gable
Now what's the cream,
I don't wanna hear no fucking fable
I might clean the stable on my 9
who we got next?
The brother Lynch,
G
Cm
hung steppin' up to the mic
Let it be known
Do we got it?
Do we got it?
You're on
Put you in the choke hold
Cold blooded, how it went down
I'm in the ground round
In the hallway all day
Put you in the trunk with the slump
Bb
Cm
Cause busted be spreadin' like germs
Hook em up like worms
Burn em up like perms
Can't control my bad habits,
with the .44 mag I have at it
Automatically clean the static,
stay strapped in traffic
How Maseratis leave, no hope,
Bm
Cm
water or soap, no dope
pullin' whole cars
It's sick made for life, niggas don't know
But I carry the knife,
and I'm cuttin' out throats
Sittin' here with Rola,
Shots out to my nigga Lowkey
Dub, he on the scrub,
trying to get much love
yeah my nigga CO
he next on the microphone
Cm
G
and I'm gonna tell you right now,
ha ha, peace out
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsCm Bb G Bm Eb
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