Cliff Hanger (Remix) chords by Otm
Verse 1
Em
Am
F#dim
I'm
Em
Mike
Tyson with this
Street
Sweep
Though I've stung him on
B .I .L.
Am
But if he float like a butterfly
and sting like a bee
I'ma leave his
Roman noodles in the
street as we speak
Em
Gang in there mad to chastise him
Am
Em
This last cannon was my best buy
Am
Dove kicks when I stepped on him
Tell
God save a bear for me coming soon
Em
I keep street sweeps at
Mainling and
Sooyoung, they both for my
backseat tongue wrestling
Am
D
I'm thinkin' threesomes, old dead white people,
Am
you can't find a way to fill up my pockets
then you can beat it
You know the
Em
Stinks run
LA, he got chip freed all night
Excellent, bark choked him like the
Simpsons is playing
D
Has anyone else heard the dispatcher say,
F#m
he try to run and it's all for his legs?
Em
The roller of these 10mms is
rippin' through him
They say,
Draco, you ever thought
about making
Christian music?
F#m
Blind in my necklaces,
Em
glitterin' when I strike them
F#m
He in the water, he's a
F#dim
Em
Pisces, he drown too
Am
D
Bitch, I'm not a truffle.
Am
He in there with
Dory and
Finding
Nemo.
Em
I carry street sweeps and head sticks.
He this the muscle on what happened,
that's a cliffhanger.
Am
Let's play ball in the
field, I really bliss, niggas.
I see his brains on the wall,
get the dispatch.
Em
Devil deckers for a sneak dish, I'm talking.
A gang of track runners,
bullets for the hawk.
Am
We can't fuck a rat,
D
snakes are no possums.
Am
It's doomsday,
it's dark copes in our plaza.
Em
99 niggas beggin' for these problems
A very bad day, he died
in his impalas
F#m
D
Sweepstakes, come and take a gamble
Do we want it?
F#m
Come and box with it
Show me how them stocks work
Em
Nigga, you ain't shot nothin'
With the bluffin', put them chops down
Peek -a -boo, take a reach
Nigga, I just chip -swiped
F#m
D
How that nigga gettin' all that clout?
He's a dick -rider
F#dim
Somebody wiped my new
F#m
Roller, I just pimped
on it
Em
We too gritty for the
dough, we pullin' all
nighters
They say
MMA, bro, we ain't fistfightin'
F#dim
Niggas ain't really what they
D
say, so do it really matter?
F#dim
Nah, really,
F#m
it just mean he finna strip fast
Em
Gettin' disrespectful, see a hop,
I'm finna spit on him
Chop made him do a somersault
and he flip forward
F#m
D
I mean backwards, comin' down,
he's a coward
F#dim
Backstab our snitch,
F#m
talk the type of shit we don't allow him
Em
I stink tan,
niggas know what's goin' on
He put a
K after that, I'm droppin' hunnids,
blowin' domes
F#m
F#dim
The beef, don't try to postpone it
D
Y 'all don't really want it
F#m
Nig gas keep on whackin'
like they with it
I'ma really show him,
Em
rip to my opponent
He's no longer
Ain't no happy enders,
chopper had to blow
F#m
D
Drive it like it's stolen, hit a hunnid,
got the mud spillin'
F#dim
Ain't no average shows,
F#m
only killers and some thugs with us
Em
A couple guns with us, with extendos,
who won't smoke with us?
Who that nigga starin'? I don't know,
just another victim
F#dim
D
Another brand beef on street sweeps,
you know he's supervillain
F#dim
Ain't no peace,
F#m
trick with us once you make it official
Em
I ain't tryna talk, it ain't beneficial
I'm paranoid,
mama ask me why I'm rippin' pistols
F#m
Am
Fam ous in the hood,
D
I know niggas out there wanna chip me
F#dim
F#m
You know I keep that shit on me,
don't be out consider
Em
Take a chance, it's risky,
just know that we can take it there
Soft ass nigga,
you still cuddlin' with teddy bears?
F#m
F#dim
D
Pullin' up in four dark coats,
we ain't playin' fair
F#m
I know we doin' somethin',
Em
Am
F#dim
why we hangin' around some mil lionaires?
I know he's doing something right,
Am
Em
but then...
Bitches.
Am
Yeah, my bad.
Hey.
Em
Just another day of fucking niggas over.
I need some money,
I just spent it all on blowers.
Am
You got your gun,
but you'll probably pull it slower.
Got up on him, made him
show his true emotions.
Em
Cut the funny business,
tough rappers runnin' from us
Bet we get up on him first,
he say he comin' for us
Am
F#dim
I'm off the muscle, niggas trip pin',
Am
think they up to somethin'
F
Am
I think this bummy nigga mad,
Em
cause he ain't up there with us
Dancin' on the scoreboard,
I'm in love with women
Niggas gay, if they ain't gang,
then it's fucked up
F#m
D
Yeah, this goofy nigga talkin' loud,
but who guns is bigger?
F#dim
You ain't livin' like that,
F#m
niggas, you done pretendin'
Em
This a heaven -sender,
God know I can't play with niggas
Try to run up on my whip, I bet this
F#m
Draco hit him
Want the money,
D
I don't want no conversation with him
F#m
It's just a shame that he broke,
I don't hate the nigga
Em
Keep it player, baby,
we can kick it, I can't save her
Niggas weird,
I ain't doin' niggas favors
F#m
F#dim
He's no longer,
D
F#m
Chop told him, you later
In a while,
Crocodile ripped him up like alligators
Em
Demons with me, pitchforks out for haters
I be chillin', I be tryna chase
F#m
the paper off the muscle
D
Too greedy, we got all these
niggas mad as fuck
F#dim
F#m
Ain't post no real money yet,
I'm still addin' it up
Em
Show these rappers what
this shit supposed to look like
Walked by his bitch drippin',
Louis made her look twice
F#m
D
Em
Seen that nigga mean mug gin',
now he wanna lie
F#m
Mad cause I'm hangin' with some
niggas he got booked by
Em
You don't got that shit on,
you just look fly
Ain't shit happen overnight,
this shit took time
F#m
D
Say goodbye, niggas weak,
niggas half a turn
F#m
I'm with some killers with
more bodies than
Astroworld
Em
I'm too greedy,
why the fuck would I be friends with niggas?
Off the muscle,
why the fuck would I depend on niggas?
F#dim
Heavy steppin' in my fit,
this some expensive denim
F#m
Niggas always actin' like some bitches,
I don't mix with niggas
Em
Doe knockin', 49er tryna strike for gold
I heard they askin' bout that body,
but nobody knows
F#m
He's a average
D
Joe anyway, bro, it doesn't matter
F#m
F#dim
7 .62's comin',
F#m
he won't even see it happen
Em
Niggas know who run this shit, let's
just keep it a hunnid
Nigga dissin' on the gang,
he kickin' the buck
F#m
F#dim
Independent nig gas from the city,
turn nothin' to somethin'
F#m
Em
For the win, it ain't up for discussion
You know the truth, son, it spilled it
I ain't goin' back and forth with marks,
bloggers, posers
Am
D
None of that, nigga, yeah
All that, nigga, yeah
Em
All these heifers, pfft, pfft, pfft
On the playback, yeah
Nigga, got his homies
lookin' dumbfounded
Bro, why you say that?
You know the truth
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