Tonart: Gb major•
Verse 1
F#
Bm
B
F#
Bm
B
F#
beat, by the way)
Hold on, huh
I make this shit look
Hold on, hold on, look, huh
Bm
F#
I make this shit look good, uh
Verse 2
Flexin' on 'em 'cause I could
Run up on me, wish you would,
look
Turn the bad into good
B
Bm
And I'm still up in the hood, huh
F#
Ask about me, boy, I'm good, look
Verse 3
F#
Homie just threw me a pack, look, no, he ain't
gettin' it back
Bm
Niggas ain't real, man, I know they cap
F#
Said it twice 'cause
I know that's facts
Hold on, course he's a bitch,
want beef, he season shit
Frost all of that demon shit, free Fresh,
he leavin' shit, wait
She wanna fuck today,
but I'm gettin' bucks today
Bm
Chopper on me, you get brushed today
B
F#
Guess you outta luck today, wait
B
F#
Better not up them rates
B
Hold on, huh, better not up them rates
F#
Better not up them rates
Verse 4
F#
Look, you will get touched, no base,
huh, look
Stay with a brush,
no toothpaste
Bm
F#
You would get baked, no soufflé,
look, look
Really send shots, no 2K, you will get
hit, no touché, yeah
Lay down on the back, if you put up
a front, shit get lit, call it dynamite, huh
Know that we run the city like
Dunkin'
But you know a donut could die tonight,
huh, look
We don't call bluffs
like poker
Bm
Move funny, that shit'll get crazy
B
F#
Pop me a Perc', I was feelin' too lazy,
ayy
Know I be saucin', gravy, huh
I be like, "Fuck you, pay me"
Bm
Know I got drip, my shit too wavy
F#
Cop packs like crack in the '80s
You will get stretched like doubts,
F#
Straps up like we don't want babies,
ayy
And we give no fucks today,
huh
Send this bitch up today
Run up on me, test
your luck today
Yellow tape, they gon' investigate, ayy
Verse 5
F#
I make this shit look good, uh
Flexin' on 'em 'cause I could
Bm
Run up on me, wish you would,
B
F#
look
Turn the bad into good
And I'm still up in the hood, huh
Ask about me, boy, I'm good, huh
Verse 6
this shit look too easy
Ride around town, just me, Sleepy
You'll get wet up, no squeegee
Ayy, uh, move sneaky
Bad bitch with me, shit too beefy
K to the L, we too greasy
I just came back from
a money meetin'
Ayy, huh, gang tweakin'
He tried to run up, now he bleedin'
Fuck up a check like
I don't need it
Verse 7
Now we eat good, no cold pizza
F#
Ayy, ayy, now we eat good, that's
all seasons
Ayy, wait, she wanna take
pics like Mon' Lisa, ayy
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