Ssuutt x2 chords by Crooked I

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Verse 1
Am 
Y 'all still don't know what we say?
Shit shit? Yeah, C .O .B. man
Y 'all niggas like that
faggot shit out there?
Punk ass music niggas is making
Fuck fuck
F 
Am 
Real shit right here
C .O .B. shit
Realest niggas in the club
And none we trust
C .O .B. crippled blood
They both ride with us
I graduated from a thug
Now I'm bossing up
That's on everything I love
I really don't give a fuck
This is Hookstuck, C .O .V.,
let me hear about Hookstuck
If you're fucking with me,
let me hear about Hookstuck
When I'm up in the club,
let me hear about Hookstuck
Show your niggas some love
This is Hookstuck, C .O .V.,
let me hear about Hookstuck
If you're fuckin' with me,
let me hear the hood, son
When I'm up in the club,
let me hear the hood, son
D 
Am 
Show your niggas some love, yeah
Circle of bosses, same kind of bosses
Slim thuggin' Roshes
I see you dogs tryna walk
in my paw prints
I'm throwin' bullets
like the dolphins on offense
I know you cops probably
want me in a cage
But my future's so bright,
it's even sunny in the shade
You thought I'd get this
money and behave
Dm 
Niggas left me for dead,
Am 
did the Dougie on my grave
You rappers hatin' that I'm back again
I -D -G -A -F, my favorite acronym
Last of a dying breed,
none created after him
Hustle God,
chillin' with my Mary Magdalene
What's a God to a non -believer?
He still a God, C -O -B to the death
G 
The realest squad nigga,
Am 
a hundred deep in the club
Yellin' soot, soot,
Dm 
the movement bigger than music
Am 
Soot, soot, realest niggas in the club
In a new truck, C .O .B. Crippled Blood
They both ride with us,
I graduated from a thug
Now I'm bossing up,
That's on everything I love
I really don't give a fuck this is hood
Hood hood, C .O .B.
Let me hear the hood hood
If you're fucking with me,
let me hear the hood hood
When I'm up in the club,
let me hear that hood son
Show your niggas some love
This is hood son
C -O -V, let me hear that hood son
If you're fuckin' with me,
let me hear that hood son
When I'm up in the club,
let me hear that hood son
D 
Am 
Show your niggas some love
Fuck you 2012, Stanley Burrell,
we got those blammers
You can't touch this,
you got them old hammers
I work a Mac better than some
computer programmers
I shoot your entourage
like HBO's cameras
Fake beggin' rappers, leadin' bustas dead
If the Klan come for him,
they be runnin' scared
If the cop come for you
and we on your head
It's goin' downhill from
there like you on a sled
You don't give a fuck, it's
the same here
I'm so ahead of my time,
me and Moms was pornin' the same year
C .O .B., bitch, live niggas never lose
Dm 
Am 
I put you on the first five
minutes of the news
Hand me down, nigga,
die in your brother's shoes
What I live by, my motherfuckin' rules
Some of these old West rappers,
they fear him
Take your cosign
and shove it up your rear end
When it's niggas in the club,
in none we trust
C .O .B. Crippled Blood,
they both rhyme with us
I graduated from a thug,
now I'm bossing up
That's on everything I love,
I really don't give a fuck
This is Suck Suck,
C .O .B., let me hear the Suck Suck
If you're fucking with me,
let me hear the Suck Suck
When I'm up in the club,
let me hear the hustle
Show your niggas some love
This is hustle, C .O .V.
Let me hear the hustle
G 
If you fuckin' with me,
Am 
let me hear the hustle
When I'm up in the club,
let me hear the hustle
Show your niggas some love
C .O .V. is a religion
We believe in each other
Yeah