Key: G minor•
Verse 1
Cm
Uh, I'm picking my voice a bit, just a bit man,
Gm
Cm
just a bit man, yeah, just a bit, just a little bit, yeah
Flippin', XO trippin',
Eb
Cm
oh shit
Flippin', XO trippin',
got the new kicks from the
And you hoes already know
Cm
Still a big dip per, still a straight killer
Still unloadin' off the 18 -wheeler
Eb
Cm
Nobody better, never ever ever
Glass on my leg like the
Cm
Beef gets settled, straight from the ghetto
Say you comin' back home,
Except the one that got
the two 600 engines
Eb
Cm
Don't ask questions,
don't give answers
Sitting at the bar cause I'm
Mix a lil' purple with the
strawberry shaster
Eb
Cm
Water, cream, soda,
rolling in the Cobra
Motherfucking thug,
Catch her at the club,
Eb
Cm
Still about to howl it, bite it and I shot it
Call it what you call it,
more brown bags and sonic
men
I'm abracadabra,
struggler not a straggler
Bubbler not a babbler,
hustler not a hassler
Eb
Cm
Never been a bachelor,
always been married
To these fucking streets,
stay in love till I'm buried
Now I'm a swang, I'm a swerve,
I think I'm seeing blurred
With my boy Serge in the
When I sleep she say that my
trigger finger twitches
Gm
Cm
I'm superstitious and I'm livin' ghosts
weed that I smoke
Throwin' 95 on my
chunkin' up my trays
Noble call me up talkin'
bout he wanna raise
Eb
Cm
Crime show pays, don't do braids
Keep a low cut like the boy
jumps in the brakes
White candy paint look
Fuck the radio,
Ties bitches up and bring them
back to heel wood
In my Levi's, sag down to my lugs
Gm
With a t -shirt that say weed is not drugs
Just put diamonds on my baby's hairbrush
Eb
Cm
I fuck with the plus and not the minus
Eb
Cm
And it goes like, uh,
y 'all ain't ready for this, uh -uh
Come on, you no ready for this
Gm
Cm
I tighten up my laces,
I'm a brand new Stacey's
Hug and kiss my babies,
then call up my crazies
Eb
Cm
Tryna make it through another
day ain't all easy
Motherfuckers hate cause
playing fucking games
To one nigga's looking at the
other nigga's brains
Eb
Cm
Laughed and we giggled
bout the words that I riddled
Now we stiff in a coffin,
rock hard and dick shriveled
Gm
Cm
Hopping along in my 54 bomb
Yes, I hate pigs like them boys of Islam
Dawn in the wind, not long till the end
No more talking,
Got a car, they shot two,
the rest ran away
I'm in Vegas watching
Vargas knock a bitch out
Gm
D
Cm
Ice glisten, politician on
the down and dirty
Peace to all my fuckin' raza
up in Albuquerque
Eb
Cm
Signed a bonus with a uni,
now my house is roomy
Niggas wanna do me,
but you bitches nothin' to me
Gm
Cm
Understand my killer's love,
makin' haters bloody
Actin' buddy,
but he softer than Silly Putty
Hangin' by a rope and gut
him like you do a goat
And on his neck,
write this on a fuckin' note
Gm
Eb
Cm
Bitch isn't in the wind,
what began has begun
Blast my heat once,
sweep him up and be done
Eb
Cm
I'm one in a catrillion,
motherfuckin' million
Layin' in my bed,
gangsta still listen
I'm blowin' weed with them
boys from New Edition
Eb
Cm
Man, I'm ballin', never ever fallin'
Skip to my Lou,
my motherfuckin' darlin'
And it goes like
Uh, y 'all ain't ready for this
Uh -uh, y 'all ain't ready for this
Eb
Cm
So if you see him, see him,
It don't matter what you call it
My shit's so hot up on the hood
you better record it
D
Cm
Now some of y 'all niggas
G
F#
think my heart is so warm
Cm
Gm
Eb
Cold motherfucker, me, you the one,
cause my blood gets hotter
Chunk that bullet out my gun,
to be a mic wrecker
With the grace of Yahweh
Gm
Eb
I come to be the mic checker
D
Cm
Now it's better,
now that I'm making matcha
My belly stay full and my
meet me at the backstage later
Cause when I go there with this
Cm
D
Cm
Jamaica
That's what I'm talking about, for real
I won it. All right.
Yeah, right.
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TunerE A D G B E
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