Key: D# minor•
Verse 1
killers in my clique
Gb
Ebm
Glo boy, dough boy, gorillas in the mist
Your Bentley ain't shit
And your 'Rari ain't sick
The meditating heavyweight pouring
Ebm
Gb
Now you see my dark side,
I am Lord Sith
You can get a fat dick
not me
I'm live- er than your internet ready TV
I stayed Glo'd up like a firefly, firefly
I'm higher than high,
Gb
Ebm
leave you lying in lie
Gb
Ebm
And I'm blowing stronger O's
than Oprah
'Cause bitch I'm deeper than
Gb
Ebm
Fucking Deepak Chopra,
bitch
Verse 2
Ebm
Ayy, bitch ayy, bitch
Glo Gang, bitch, ayy
Verse 3
singin' on the low
This ain't for them and you
him you know, ayy
I pull up
I come through lay 'em on the floor
I got cake on the floor and
Ebm
I got cake in my pocket, cake up on my shoe
Cb
Gb
If you ain't talking about the cake
It ain't got shit to do with me
Ebm
Gb
got that yayo, the bank
And you got 50 piece
Cb
Ebm
Come through with that Mack
Gb
Ebm
Maine, bullet skate board, weezy We
You better have your fucking
mob deep
Gb
Cause the heat and the fees be my prodigy
I was up trapping when
y'all was sleep
Gb
Ebm
Gb
Me and Benji we had went out to eat
I'ma come through drippin' all week
I got swag dripping out my
Now I don't give a motherfuck about it
I'm a Glo boy, grown boy,
what you know B?
You don't know shit
why you got a slow leak
You want beef you can
A mess on police
I got shells that spell every
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsEbm Gb Cb
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