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Intro 1
(B minor)
(C major) (D minor)
I (C major) don't
Verse 1
give a fuck
bout these bitches,
I'm tryna run it (B minor) up
I'm just tryna follow my (C major) vision,
I'm tryna stay alive
They be tryna hit on a nigga,
but that won't be surprised
I don't give a fuck what they doing,
I'm on another time
I already know I'm a hustler,
gotta stay on my grind
They (B minor) already know (C major) I'm that nigga,
that what them hoes be saying
Pillsbury, DuBois, nigga, bitch,
I'm the bigger man
I be in the kitchen cookin' up,
I got the snowman
And I got a couple of ounces,
I got that good gas
You (B minor) can call me the plug, nigga,
I ain't no mailman
And (C major) I get it out the mud,
ain't nobody give me nothin'
Had to turn nothin' into somethin'
I (B minor) already know I'm that nigga,
I'm gettin' figures
Fuck these niggas, these niggas mad,
them niggas bitches
(C major) I'm just tryna get to the bag
and chase these riches
I'm just tryna get to the bag
and mind my business
I (B minor) get money and fuck bitches
and stay out the way
They talk down,
but niggas really in the (C major) way
They're worse than them hoes
tryna build a fuckin' case
Can't let them trick me out my (D minor) spot,
I end up (C major) in that place
Think about the feds, try and clip me
Certain (B minor) niggas play me (C major) close,
I know they ain't with me
They envy written all in, they fake,
they tryna trick me
Can't let them just take me out my spot,
they tryna get me
They think about the feds,
try and clip me
Certain niggas (B minor) play me (C major) close,
I know they ain't with me
They envy written all in, they fake,
they tryna trick me
R -E -T -Y, now I'ma spot you
Love, top (B minor) of (B major) the mall,
(B minor) I'm just wakin' bacon
I'm lookin' at my savers,
my bitch half naked
We (C major) was used to eatin' kamadi
and goin' take shit
Chillin' on the block and
hustlin' and goin' make it
We (B minor) was even chillin' in
house (C major) s that (B minor) was vacant
Stand (B major) in' on all ten toes, (B minor)
face to face shit
(C major) The hood ain't been the same,
but niggas still stickin' to the script
Keep this shit quiet,
cause loose (D minor) lips say shit
(C major) All (B minor) blue (B major) faces (C major) got me rollin' like a crip
Horoli (B minor) beat the (C major) trial, this case still pendent
We whip up that fire
like Bill Nye, he a chemist
Turned up to the max,
let paper go and get it
Ain't no dull (B major) moments,
(C major) rhyme me and gang,
(B minor) we on some lit shit
Blowing money fast,
when we (C major) go it can't go with us
Every party we attend,
them hammers coming with us
High as the fuck,
eating five stars dinners
Me (B minor) and my niggas,
we be posted on the block, nigga
We out there (B major) scheming,
(B minor) trying to make it to the (C major) top, nigga
To get out of line,
we be sending fucking shots to ya
Ain't missin' nothin',
hittin' anything that's out with ya
(B minor) It's V -Town,
we come searchin' through
your spots for ya
Duct tape, razor blade, bring (C major) out them
Glocks for ya
I'm gettin' money,
so I really don't have no time for ya
You play games,
then I have the best quad for ya
Yeah, catch me (B minor) postin' in the V, homie
I (C major) got all these bitches sellin'
all my weed for me
Yeah, she get it wet and eat that meat for me
I was broken,
now I'm (D minor) countin' (C major) all this cheese, nigga
(B minor) I (B major) grind hard (B minor) an
d shine hard on you niggas
I ain't servin' nothin' in public,
ain't got nothin' for you snitches
I (C major) ain't hittin' everything,
I don't leave no fuckin' witness
Ain't no time for agitimid,
dirt dog (D minor) comin' (C major) with it, gone
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