Key: F# minor
Verse 1
Em
Bm
Em
Bm
G
Yeah,
Bought brand new choppers
or back up to the raw
I know this perc is kickin' in,
We really kill, so keep your dents,
And fuck a deal,
Gon' stalk his driver,
G
Em
crack his top just like
I can really tell you by the headshot
He been tryin' to chill
We was still tryin' to get his mans
Long as we in some fashion,
we gon' spend while the feds out
Em
Bm
For a kill, you bought bread out,
for a kill, I bring lead out
plenty shots, I can hand out
you in the highs while we steppin'
Come catch these shots
with my weapon,
back -to -back, different sexes
Boy, you know you shot your ass,
we the ones do the shootin'
got that fuck n***a muted
And I don't lie in my music,
Em
Bm
I know them crackers won't do me,
we static, flearin' in the Louis
G
Em
cause I clutch sticks
when I'm movin'
I can't slip up, that's foolish
I slay that chopper with skills
We do this shit for the thrill,
Em
Bm
You ain't gon' last, you a kill,
we some sharks, you a mill
We fiend for blood, make it spill,
Em
Bm
Another bitch off the roster,
my opps don't make it to dollars
and leave you bleedin' on your posse
still kickin' shit like a mobster
I ain't no young nigga hobbler
but we can go to war
Bm
Em
just to go flip me another car
or back up to the raw
B
Bm
I know there's perky kickin' in,
Em
Bm
I'm a 42nd chopper slangin' fat nigga
And fuck a deal,
Go stalk his driver,
G
Em
crack his top just like the last, nigga
G
Bm
Uh, dumb nig ga,
Bm
G
Shit, that ass dumb
Bm
G
Em
Bm
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