Section chords by Spitta

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Verse 1
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I ain't got no mind, son,
that's what the drugs done to me
Nick Elmer Fudge Gun,
screamin' it's a wobble
I ain't got no mind, son,
that's what the drugs done to me
Nick Elmer Fudge Gun,
screamin' it's a wobble
Don't lay your bitch ass down
since you're tired of me
I'm a spit guy and I'm goin' on a slide
Blue boy, you know it's me
I got a voice that you can't confuse
These niggas rap
when they get light like these Spaniards
Tall gats, blanket tubes
Shooters on both sides, playin' fools
I'm out here, I live a deer's life
Choppin' bullets leave you hangin' on
for dear life
I see straight through you
squares like clear dice
Put hoes straight through you rats
and make clear mice
I got three K's, I'm racist,
I don't like niggas
Three aces and a 20 -ounce
Sprite, nigga I don't fight,
but tonight I won't fight, niggas
Blamin' on them others,
I ain't talkin' for no white niggas
Yeah, we don't play in my section
All we bussin' is K's in my section
I'm in that water, nigga,
this the C -section
I keep a cutter, I can give a C -section
Yeah, we keep actin' like you real
And we gon' turn your section
to the rest of B -section
We gon' turn your section
to the rest of B -section
We gon' turn your section
to the rest of B -section
Look, all these green -haired faces,
you don't think the place money
One track mind,
all my shit think it's chase money
My spit so sick, I can taste vomit
One verse, no hook,
I'll cost eight hundred
Now who tryna get a feature?
I'ma eat you, put you in the sleeper
Cause y 'all ain't got no balls,
like a dry county
Had so many high broads,
I done stopped countin'
The clip pokin' out,
it look like it's poutin'
The weed so loud,
it smell like it's shoutin'
When I was locked up, I ain't do a push up
I ain't do a pull up, I'm clutchin',
make me pull up
I'm tootin', I still be makin' hookups
I'm so high,
I bump my head when I look up
I'm a spit guy, and there'll never be another
I got two gun charts,
I can't afford another
Yeah, we don't play in my section
All we bust is canes in my section
I'm in that water, nigga, it's the C -section
I keep a cutter, I can give a C -section
Yeah, we keep actin' like you real
And we gon' turn your section
to the rest of B -section
We gon' turn your section
to the rest and be sectioned
We gon' turn your section
to the rest and be sectioned
I'm in the club fuckin', y 'all jiggle late
That shit pussy to me, I don't participate
My tip game official,
watch me demonstrate
Draw down the pistol, I call that illustrate
And if you blink wrong,
I'ma get my business straight
Shoot you in your cheekbone,
make your face disintegrate
The sickest nigga spittin'
that I had to insinuate
I murdered the beat,
ain't no need to investigate