Key: Gb major•
Verse 1
Tika- tika- tika- tika- tika-
Tay Keith (Tay Keith)
I just pulled up with a chopper (hah), you
me (huh?), hey
D
Am
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
F#
Am
Live, live, bitch I'm too
live (word)
F#
Bitch I'm smokin' big blunts (huh?), y'all niggas
Two- fives, what's a two- five to
Two guys, what's a two guys to
Yeah bitch, this No Chorus,
Pt. 11 (Part 11)
Draw down with the gun like it's double-
oh- seven (rrah, baow)
Twirl a nigga, no baton,
Am
Worrisome bitch up on my line, don't stomp the yard,
D
Am
bitch get to steppin' (to steppin')
get jumped (get jumped)
Am
D
Crank a nigga like the lumps
(lumps)
Headshot him with the pump (rrah)
Now his brains gone
Am
(boom boom boom)
wrong (say my name wrong)
Am
D
I can't trust these niggas, they be singin',
F#
F
Am
with me? (a ride with me?)
Bbm
F#
All I mean, chopper on the side of
me (raow raow raow raow)
Ayy I stand for the block,
F#
A#m
And I'll never switch up 'cause that's
Hey, all we do is rob
Catch an opp late night,
bust up at his car (car)
'Cause I caught him at the red
light (the red light)
Ayy come hit the
headlight (the headlight)
Them niggas they scared,
we some newlyweds right? (yeah we married)
Aw, no, they don't get
it though (no no)
On my Chris Brown shit,
my money stackin' wall to wall (wall to wall)
When I went to school, made the team,
but I ain't play to ball (never played it)
Man I act a fool with them things,
I up and spray at y'all (boom)
BlocBoy be the fuckin' player (player)
If you with me,
D
put your fuckin' hands in the air (in the air)
Am
G#
Am
I'ma shock the world but I ain't nev
er use a taser (use a taser)
You was the V, now you're G,
D
Am
boy you traitor (twist up, ayy)
I'ma pull off in the 'Vette (skrrt, skrrt)
My nigga my left hand,
leave it wet (huh?)
You was so scared that you fucked
F#
Am
you blessed (blessed)
I was in school with the work
in my desk (the desk)
the less (what you want?)
D
Am
get stretched (I need all that)
the MO (the MO)
My money long like a limo (limo), your shit
short like demos (huh)
Am
F#
My pockets fat like a hippo,
G#
A#m
forty on my hip though (yeah yeah yeah)
no lie it was lit though (lit, lit, lit)
F#
Am
Ayy, yeah it's time for everybody
to rock with me (rock with me)
If you think that you gon' kill me,
you gon' lay down and drop with me (die ho)
Sayin' BlocBoy is a ho,
D
Am
that's like sayin' the cops with me (the cops with me)
Twenty- five for a bow,
A#m
ayy lil' nigga come shop with me (shop with me)
We don't do no leg shots,
A#m
And we gon' bend your bitch down until
her tummy tuck (until her tummy tuck)
Cuz put the Tommy up
(put that down cuz)
A#m
F#
We Bloc Nation, everybody know we keep
Am
F#
them guns with us (duh)
D
Am
F#
D
F#
Y'all niggas stupid
D
Am
Ayy, fuck that, ayy Lil Lee,
F#
D
G#m
Am
F#
come finish these niggas off Lil Lee, ayy
D
Am
F#
Am
Every time Tay Keith get on this motherfucker
And Bloc gon' keep makin'
fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Yeah man, Glock Nation, Bloc Nation
If you hatin' get the Glock Nation,
bitch, haha
Worry, haha
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsG#m F# Am D Bbm...
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