Key: D# minor
Verse 1
Ebm
Ayy, ayy, ayy,
see I'm about to bust you,
Hulk dog
B
African boombada style,
Ebm
strangle with the choco, that's the small
B
All these groupies on my nuts,
cause I'm rollin' with the family
They bleedin' from the guts,
money, green with envy
Abm
B
Don't know me, but you hatin'
as soon as I turn my back
You be takin' what's off my plate,
Ebm
and you already ate, god damn
Abm
B
Easy get a piece, a slice, a sliver,
Bbm
get four from shit that I deliver
Ebm
Stanky like onion,
green heat like a dragon
These niggas can last long,
I'm keepin' their hands on
At night, I ask the
Abm
B
Lord to protect me from the evil
Surround me,
Ebm
Lord, with only good -hearted people
I thrive on that,
then put the vocals on the track
B
I keep it all real,
let's see how niggas gon' act
Ebm
Untouchable
Abm
Ebm
Southside, hands off of mine
B
Don't recline too much,
Bbm
too many snakes wanna shine
Ebm
Hard -earned credentials for droppin'
these instrumentals
B
For niggas who think it's simple
One day, you gon' remember me
Ebm
Abm
I don't intend to be the hardest
Ebm
B
But I know I'm workin' hard to be heard
And for you, got two words
Ebm
Hands off,
and think I'm on the road to riches
I'm in position to get it
I ain't gon' stop for these bitches
HANDS
OFF
Abm
My mission is to get what I need
B
I'm player hated by haters
instead of dodging police
Ebm
HANDS
OFF
Gb
They always tryna take what's mine
B
So I'm out on the grind
In the studio perfecting my lines
Ebm
HANDS
OFF
And don't touch nothing
Gb
Bbm
you can't hold
B
This world is cold
Ebm
When I tell you about these
B
friends turned foes
Ebm
I'm taking my turf
It's first things first
Ain't nothing worse than nig
B
gas off in your pocket
What can we do to stop it?
Ebm
This cash money make a nigga
do some fast learning
B
I say this and from all the haters
Keep the weeds burning
Ebm
I'm mashing
Verbal assassin
B
Whoever steppin' in my pterodome,
Gb
gettin' thrashed
Ebm
And I meant that, resent that,
if you went back
B
Poppin' yang, about how you'd evoke
Ebm
the nigga out his lil' chains
Whatever, charge it to the gang,
B
see I learned a lil' lesson
Never do biz without packin'
Smith &
Wesson
Ebm
No more guessin' how I'm
B
addressin' what they scared of
Don't give a fuck about them haters,
I go head up
Ebm
To all them starving ass artists,
B
this is a standoff
Look em in the eye,
and tell em get they hands off
Ebm
Myself, my seed, my publishin',
B
my weed
My style, my clique, my shit,
that's all a nigga need
Ebm
Hands on,
cause nigga I'm on the road to riches
B
I'm in position to get it and I ain't
gon' stop for these bitches
Ebm
Hands on,
Abm
my mission is to get what I need
Ebm
Gb
I'm player hated by hater
B
s instead of dodging police
Ebm
Hands on,
Gb
they always tryna take what's mine
B
So I'm out on the grind in the studio
perfecting my lines
Ebm
Hands on,
Bbm
and don't touch man you can't hold
This world is cold when I tell you
B
about these friends turned foes
Ebm
You can't make a change
B
if you don't switch it
Ebm
Do or will sell your soul
B
to get those riches
Ebm
Nothing comes for free,
pay the cost of false where I be
If you don't want
Gb
Ebm
R .I .P. I suggest that
Keep your hands off
Oh -oh -oh -oh -oh -oh -oh -oh
Absus4
Ebm
B
Hands off
Ebm
Hands off
I think I'm on the road to riches
I'm in position to get it,
and I ain't gon' stop for these bitches
B
Ebm
Heads up,
Gb
my mission is to get what I need
Ebm
B
I'm player hated by haters,
instead he dodging police
Ebm
Heads up,
Gb
they always trying to take what's mine
So I'm out on the grind,
Ebm
B
in the studio perfecting my lines
Ebm
Heads up,
Gb
Ebm
and don't touch nothing you can't hold
Gb
Ebm
This world is cold, when I tell you about these
B
Ebm
Gb
Ebm
friends turned foes
B
you
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