Key: D minor
Verse 1
Bm
Ha- ha- ha (ha- ha)
Like
Alright, okay
My life would be so shitty witho-
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Bm
Players never die
(It's a SMASH)
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Bm
You did good, Slick
Verse 2
Bm
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I'm- I'm with that fuck shit,
Bm
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pull up, we get buck quick
Bm
My ho down like Faye,
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but sometimes she can be a dumb bitch
Bm
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Out here since a young jit,
Bm
nitrous got my lungs lit
Wake up from a blackout gettin'
head while I'm in public
Ri- Ri- Ridin' through the hood
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like what it do?
Bm
Prolly off a pill or two
Pulled that .44 out,
they start talkin' like they Scooby Doo
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Mobbin' with my partners,
Bm
we- we pop in, no knockin'
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Bm
Nod- Nod- Noddin' off that dope and for dessert,
just ate Neurontin
Hit a stain, make a name
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for a lame TikTok
Bm
Northside, Grey the gang,
2nd world, Eastern Bloc
I might rock it off the flock,
I might rock it off Apache
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Bm
I might fuck up on that bitch if she
got a pack of plan B
Mane, show you how that Glock work,
show you how to pop first
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Bm
White trash, young man,
mop 'em up like Joe Dirt
My ho like her throat hurt,
suck it for a nip tuck
That bitch tried to tell me that I'm sick,
so what that make her?
I just bought some land off my LAN,
kilo of some GLD
Still the same mane, grippin' AKs,
wearin' FTP
Paint 'em like a NFT, got
them scripts no PHD
My bitch brain insane,
but she only got her GED
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Gang coast to coast, yeah,
Bm
I know me a few robbers
Dope game farm to table,
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Bm
ain't no fent' up in my product
Huh, bruh, damn, son,
who the fuck raised you?
Cutthroats and them savages,
how you think I got this name, boo?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Verse 3
Bm
F#m
I could show you how to get it poppin'
Bm
Ruby da Cherry ain't got no option
All these hoes keep fuckin' flockin'
All these hoes tryna give me noggin'
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Snort a line of heroin then tell
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her she way too toxic
Yeah, I'm slidin' on these bitches
like my feet were made for moppin'
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Bm
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I can't stop it if I wanted to,
Bm
Glock up in my foreign coupe
Scrapin' up the concrete,
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Bm
S500 on them 22's
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Motorola phone when I'm
dialin' up my partner
Bm
Think I'm bein' fol lowed by a fed in an
unmarked Impala
Skrilla, squalla what I'm after,
I get money ho by any means
P- P- Paper chasin' everyday,
I keep them rocks up in my cleats
Cut me with some scissors,
you gon' see how much I fuckin' bleed
But I'll come back with fuckin' tanks
and blow your shit to smithereens
Blick on me, click on me,
G59 the fuckin set
$uicide 'til death, I'll yell it,
pokin' out my fuckin' chest
Live from the 5, put the 0 behind the 4
Make a point before the numbers
just to let you bitches know
I got five killers and they
all down to fuckin' ride
I can call on any of 'em,
if you down to fuckin' die
Walk it how I talk it, bitch,
and I ain't got no fuckin' lisp
Whisper my forbidden name and
give my hand a fuckin' kiss
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Out- Out- Out the mud, out the mist,
Ruby take the form of shadows
Bm
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Fol low me back to the gates of hell,
Bm
we regroup at the gallows
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I can smell the scent of blood and I
can smell the scent of piss
Bm
Leave your body rot tin',
lock your soul up in the black abyss
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Bm
Verse 4
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Blick on me, click on me,
Bm
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Bm
G59 the fuckin' set
$uicide 'til death, I yell it,
pokin' out my fuckin' chest
Blick on me, click on me,
G59 the fuckin' set
No- No- No- Northside, Grey the gang,
Second World, Eastern Bloc
Northside, Grey the gang, Second World,
Eastern Bloc
$uicide 'til death,
I yell it, pokin' out my fuckin' chest
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