Tonart: D# minor
Verse 1
A
Am
C
F
Raf Simmons cost me five slips
Dat Goyard bag another fire strip
Am
C
You in Detroit and see a Wraith, nigga
that's my shit
F
G
Would of pushed Rico's shit back,
Am
Hel luva made this beat, baby
Am
C
why these niggas gettin' mad?
F
Jump off the plane with a couple
of M's in the bag
Am
If anybody play with me, it's
F
We ain't gon' talk about it though,
Verse 2
that's the end of that
A
Trappin', I'm still into that,
Am
address, I can send you that
F
So if my label drop me,
I can still look like I rap
Am
A
Am
Know a couple of niggas livin' like they
F
got platinum plaques (A ha)
All they doing is catchin' bags,
A
sendin' out and sittin' back (aha)
Am
Rose Presi' on my wrist,
I can afford that
F
Back in the day, I couldn't
even look toward that
Am
When I was broke, I couldn't even
Now she suck my dick and don't say
Am
shit when I record the bitch
A
(Catch that)
Been on the indictment list,
Am
tryna see the Forbes list
F
Went from playin' with joysticks to out in traffic
Am
blowin' sticks (Graa)
When your fans gets your name tatted,
Stank from my cologne,
Am
I'ma fuck her if she snort the drip (aha)
A
Am
Promise my brother I'ma stack and
F
But I'm spendin' 60k a month just
on everyday life
C
everybody wanna whirl it
G
they gon' call you like you 'caused 'em
Am
Fall up in the club,
C
I can rain 'till it's morning
F
Am
Start in every game 'cause at practice,
G
Am
I've been ballin' (swish)
Heard a couple niggas wanna put me
F
Tell 'em pull up with them sticks
A
and let 'em hit, you better not miss, bitch
Am
I know some Crips, know some Tree Tops
Verse 3
F
Name good,
I ain't never sold no re- rock
Am
C
All these colors in my chain like a peacock
F
I let that .40 slang 'till it
Ridin' through my old hood,
F
Blue money, they that mad?
Tell 'em do somethin'
A
Am
Got three Tennis chains,
Three choppas, four
Verse 4
Glocks, this shit too heavy
A
Am
Key to the pad, key to the Rolls,
F
I got the key to the streets,
don't get a key put on your ass
F
you know them niggas gon' knock you in half
Heavy cash load, got my back broke
A
Am
Bitches on the East,
and on the West Coast
F
Sent me pics and videos, you can't
Ten up in the motor,
got the hood broke
F
Bitch, don't get yo' head painted,
Am
you gon' look like Lil Boat (painted red)
Ridin' through Atlanta with my
C
nigga Lil Boat (Lil Boat)
Am
Niggas trailin' us and
G
you know what they good for
A
Am
'Bout to fly to Cali an
C
d look for that good dope
F
If you 'bout that life, then what you
Am
C
F
Told my lil bro, I had to chase M's,
.40 on me, all big face bills
A
Am
In the back of the Mulsanne,
C
lettin' the space build
F
If the police flip me with this
Glock, I'ma face ten
A
Am
I ain't supposed to be the shooter,
F
But I still let it spray like it's
4 days into July
A
I've been runnin' red light in my city,
C
I'd rather take the ticket, niggas want my top,
Am
A
it's so many opp's
Am
C
I know some Crips, know some Tree Tops
Verse 5
F
Name good,
I ain't never sold no re- rock
Am
A
Am
C
All these colors in my chain like a peacock
F
I let that .40 slang 'till it
Am
A
decock
Am
Know some BD's, I know some
C
F
gangsta's
Get outta line and they a spank ya
Am
A
Know some Pirus, know some
F
Know some Sex Money Murda niggas
Outro 1
that'll paint ya
A
Am
C
F
A
C
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