Tonart: Eb major•
Verse 1
Ab
Eb
Ab
What's up,
Ms.
Cm
Nan?
Tris knew this now,
Ms.
Nan
I seen
Eb
Ab
Tisnask all in front of the house,
Ms.
Nan
Eb
Cm
Db
A nigga was tris nipping, man,
Eb
woke up and started my morning
Ab
with some beef ass and coffee
Cm
Eb
I'm thinking about this rookie
McCarthy
Eb
They keep on jacking,
oh, is there a problem, sir?
No, there's not,
Cm
so what the fuck did you stop me for?
Eb
That's the type of shit I'm
Cm
Eb
Cm
A lame ass cop, a pumping nursery fear
Eb
I take the badge and the belt off,
And blow your mother
Eb
Cm
fucking head straight off
Eb
Now, I'm runnin' from the po -po's,
Cm
Eb
I'm checkin', gettin' crooked,
Eb
Ab
Hit a devastating leap over the fence, ah
Eb
Cm
I hit the ground in the right and com mit
To put my motherfuckin'
Eb
Cm
After me, he hit the fence, but I'm gone
He's stompin' speakers,
Eb
Ab
gettin' angry, sayin' damn
Eb
Ab
By the time I'm in the cooker with a slam
Cm
I see these silly dilly lefty
G
Cm
They're my partners,
Eb
but they wanna ride to
Cm
Bridget
I said, okay,
Eb
I put them in a what -the -fuck
G
Eb
One light, one dark,
Cm
and both were big butts
Ab
Eb
Ab
But as soon as I pulled away from the curb
Cm
The task was on my ass
to go on my nerves
I'm getting jittery,
Eb
Ab
but the hoes couldn't sit
Eb
Cm
I had a sack in my drawers worth a chink
Db
Eb
I made a move, and when I did,
Cm
But what do you know,
the bitch is out of my roof firing
Eb
A gunshot stood the window,
Ab
took the hittin' out the jet
Eb
And I don't give a fuck
Db
Cm
about the punk wonder rent
So y 'all see,
Eb
Ab
that was a job well done
Cm
Congratulated the hoes with the
drink and the bomb, huh
Db
Eb
We hit bridges,
Ab
dropped the hoes off immediately
Eb
Cm
And being the player that I am,
I'll continue to be
Eb
I'm still rid in' that shoot
Melrose
Eb
Cm
And motherfuckers gettin' jack
Ab
-stripped head -to -toe, bro
Eb
G
But what do you know, man,
Eb
you down to steady packin'
I got somethin' when I
Cm
Ab
keep on jackin', see
Ab
Ms.
Cm
Nairn, now I'm finna induce my partner,
Nubskull
Looney
Ab
Eb
Tunes, finna kick this jailhouse shit
Cm
I just got out of the
Eb
Ab
Eb
motherfuckin' jailhouse
Ab
Cm
Eb
I heard more stories than soaps that
Cm
niggas tell before they bail out
Db
Eb
Be fore I hit the first bullpen or
G
Holden
Eb
Seller heard more motherfuckers
Cm
say that they was rollin'
Db
Eb
Be sellin' dope in the
Ab
Eb
East, at least got fits, cars,
Cm
bitches and a couple of keys
Eb
Don't do no homework in school,
Ab
but he passin' still
Eb
One nigga said he fucked more
Guild
Db
Eb
Ab
Got a bitch thirty -six with a husband, too
Cm
Eb
He don't sell weight,
Cm
but you know that his cousin do
Eb
You need somethin', he can get it,
Cm
but no money on his books, though
Eb
Ab
His mom's rich cause the bitch owns
Nexus
Cm
Know he's not hungry but he's
the first to run for breakfast
Db
Eb
Know he's bragging about
Ab
the shit that his kid has
Eb
And he said he smoke
Db
more weed than zig -zags
Eb
Ab
He takes a 40 to the face
every morning
Eb
Swear up and down that the
Cm
whole state be swarmin'
Eb
Around his ass cause he famous
G
Eb
But to make shit worse he even
Cm
lies about what his name is
Db
Eb
Ab
Now this was the wopper
Eb
Slut said he heard a nigga say he
Cm
had a gold helicopter
Eb
Ab
Come on, that shit is wicked
Why these motherfuckers always
Eb
Cm
Ab
ly in' just to kick it?
Eb
Ab
With that jailhouse shit,
Cm
now I'm finna introduce it
Yes, no, miss, now off the other
Eb
Looney
Tunes
Eb
Cm
man, when you finna hit that ma jor lick
Ab
Up on the late -night loading clip,
soldin' shit to myself about the jackedest trick
Cm
Db
Ab
But he's rollin' thick, thicker than my dick,
Eb
Ab
so you know he's livin' fat
Plush -ass
Cm
Rolls -Royce, a condo -weight an d sack
Db
Eb
I'm sayin' that he tried to have me off,
Ab
I'm givin' him also didn't work
Eb
Cm
I know the motherfuckin' turf
Just like the back of my hand,
Eb
Ab
the man tried to pull the lick
Eb
Shot the 4 '5", fucked up good,
Db
My mother, they oazin' through the woods,
Eb
Ab
at grandma's house, it's flottin'
Niggas is mad because I got
Eb
Cm
shit sold like a stockin'
His hoe,
Eb
Ab
Knox be walkin' fast past him
Because they know
Eb
Ab
Jock's mouth got the creamery for them
And
Eb
Ab
can match up to the candy that we nuts
Cm
Got in a plastic backstash, way in deep cut
Ab
I know the hoe he fuck with
Eb
Cm
And I'm a nigga that can verify she's some dick,
Db
but her shit got deep
Creek, as soon as the bitch beat
Eb
Cm
She gon' tell me where the trick sleep
Then
Eb
Ab
I'ma go pimp this old shit
Eb
And if you act bold, bitch,
Cm
I'm lettin' off the whole clip
Eb
Ab
In your ass, in your kid's ass,
Eb
and if your black ass brother slip
Cm
I got another clip for his ass
Eb
Because the game is some real shit
Ab
Eb
Two dicks don't click,
Cm
but never try to play me like a little bitch
Ab
Eb
Yeah,
Ab
Eb
C &H crew, you understand me?
Eb
Looney motherfuckin' tuned
Ab
Eb
Cm
Yeah, flow like this, somethin' to ride to
Outro 1
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