Key: C minor
Intro 1
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Em
F
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Dm
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Verse 1
them diamonds on her neck,
Am
G
We got guns, way bigger than theirs,
You know how they be under pressure,
G
Dm
ain't no heights, ho
definitely tell me how you blow
so tell me how she owes
F
Em
Hotbox and we so loud,
you smell it out the door
caught her shots,
I feel like Al Capone
around no guns,
but I'm still poundin' toes
but I could count a loaf
Used to be natural, high off life,
Em
F
but now I'm by the smoke
YWN since 97, I feel kinda old
And I just hopped up out that
F
Em
All that dissin' on the gang,
All that spickin' on my name,
get yo' bitch in
we don't mix shit
F
Em
20 bands on some guns, we got big shit
get yo' clique in
Am
You watch those niggas getting beat down,
G
Em
but we know the truth
Dm
F
You a reflection of your bitch,
Dm
Am
I see the hole in you
Handyman with all these tools,
come get your homie proved
F
Am
Shout out to Glock,
that's the reason why
Am
F
cause I am over you
niggas, it's overdue
Am
F
She like, I want the OG back,
I hate the older you
Em
You supposed to squeeze it till it click,
These drugs ain't lock my system yet,
YWA, SOB,
you niggas know the movement
Am
F
She like when I be off the heat,
cause I be so abusive
This airy green up attached,
but at least you know to use it
Em
F
I just left my soul with the mic,
And I just hopped up out that Benz
with my thick bitch
get your clique hit
we don't miss shit
with a thick bitch
we got big shit
Outro 1
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