Revolver Or The Semi chords by The Game
Verse 1
Em
Yeah, it's my son,
what up DJ Hayes?
Black Wall Street niggas, us!
Fuck all the Louis Gucci, Fendi,
the Beamer, Benz, and Bentley
This how we do it
Revolver order, send me,
revolver order, send me
Revolver order, send me, man,
I shoot it till it's empty
Revolver order, send me,
revolver order, send me
Revolver order, send me,
man, I shoot it till
It's my son
Revolver order,
send me, I shoot it till it's empty
I put a fuckin' hole in that Louis Gucci Fendi
I shoot it through the door,
that Beamer Benz of Bentley
I'm a G, so I don't think
he should offend me
Cause then he could die like an Easter egg
His mama on his preacher leg
Fuckin' with mice,
you get sliced like a piece of bread
Crucified, you could die
just like Jesus did
Diggin' his head,
they gon' find him a piece of lead
She said she'd give me head,
I told her give me brain
She said, so crazy, baby,
cause that's the same thing
I told her, no, it ain't the head,
it's just the frame
But that brain is that thing
that go insane, stop playin'
Cause I ain't with the cheetah,
check the gun, go and rid it, tack
One in the speedy cab,
then I'm gon' get rid of that
Won't tell them niggas that
McGilla, the gorilla's back
Banana clip and the hammer,
where my killers at?
Where them niggas that coppin'
and diggin' rid of that?
Papi know he movin' it,
so he just gon' give him that
My niggas movin' that rock,
the cops simmer like
Niggas that get it, lose it,
and then they get it back
Them other niggas rap, and I be spittin' facts
I give them quotes of dope,
that's why I give them tracks
But let a nigga act and all
that'll get him clapped
Throw him in the river,
it's a rental trap
Revolver would've sent me,
revolver would've sent me
Revolver would've sent me, man,
I'd shoot it till it's empty
Revolver would've sent me,
revolver would've sent me
Revolver would've sent me, man,
I'd shoot it till it's New York, New York
I got gorillas and killers,
the thriller, manila
Your beamer Benja Bentley,
I will fill it with holos
See how many bullets that bitch can swallow
I will fillet your fuckin' fish
right at McDonald's Roger that,
I'm off that lot like my Dodger cap
If you smoke kush like I smoke kush,
then holla back
Be on the block like, bitch,
I'm tryna trap
Where your friend Tarana at?
My son with him condoms at
She got ass implants, but it's kinda fat
I just stroke and let you suck
a nigga's piranha
I don't eat fish, I don't eat chickens
But I strip a bird down in my kitchen
E
Listen, before I shampoo the ceiling
Em
No fuckboys in the building
Only gangstas and a couple of monsters
But everybody in this bitch totin'
them chocolates
We wanna live safe, please,
we got it off safety
Like Palo Malo, we got it off safety, yeah
You know, I don't do the shootin',
do the coopin',
do the CLK,
retract the roof and breathe
I got some killers on the payroll,
couple Brooklyn niggas,
some goons in San Diego
I can make a call from
the middle of the mall,
have them there faster than
Sabathia's fastball
You can just chill, get all out my grill,
lame niggas fucks me up,
they name should be E -Pills
Em
Unless you're talking diamonds,
I'm kinda into that
If not, jerk the Panamera, hop into that
Em
Bima, Benz, and Bentley, Porsche,
Mazi, Range Rove
Sitting on four quarters,
keep the change ho
Em
Bima, Benz, and Bentley,
Porsche, Mazi, Range Rove
Sitting on four quarters,
keep the change ho
Revolver Or The Semi
The Game
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