Tonart: B minor
Verse 1
Am
Dm
Walk with the cups ice froze
F
Dm
Is a bitch too cold like snow,
Am
nigga, that's my shit
Big crib flooded with the hoes I get
Put a collar on that bitch then I
Mobs pull up at the party
'Cause the opps outside try to take
Am
what they all couldn't get
Mobs pull up at the party
'Cause the opps outside try to take
F
Am
what they all couldn't get
Verse 2
Am
Lean, lean
I'm way too high,
pop a Perc, numb the pain
Fuck, I just spilled out the
pint on my chain
Fuck, I just put on that
Em
Am
bih Mary Jane
Am
Came from the bank and remember
the streets
Yeah, shorty nut and I
don't know her name
I just swerved in the lane
And my stomach got me upset
G
Am
Bad red, but my lunch bad
How we comin', yeah, we steppin'
And my choppa turn
a nigga to a lunch bag
And my choppa down to
eat until he undead
30 every day got me like I'm dead
Put that purple on my
red just like a sunset
Put the purple on the blunt,
it make my lungs wet
Dm
Walk with the cups ice froze Is a
Verse 3
F
G
bitch too cold like snow,
F
Em
nigga, that's my shit
Am
Big crib flooded with the hoes I get
Put a collar on that bitch
Dm
Am
Dm
then I pour that bih
Mobs pull up at the party
F
G
'Cause the opps outside try to take
F
Em
what they all couldn't get
Am
Mobs pull up at the party
'Cause the opps outside try to take
F
Dm
what they all couldn't get
Verse 4
I be lookin' gangsta, Bentayga
Armani, don't make it fatal
Am
Ain't it funny? Ain't no dummy
I been schemin' my friend like a bagel,
yeah
Dm
F
Dm
That boy an angel, send him to God
F
Dm
21 shots to his chest, make him fly
Am
That's just the consequence
messin' with mine
Sip on this red 'til I'm red in my eyes
Dm
Am
Always talkin' 'bout codeine
Dm
Am
I don't need a sip to
Dm
Am
feel like a zombie
Everyday I'm hauntin'
I'm ghost with your girl,
I'm in her apartment
Dm
I'm tryna stretch out her necklace
Am
That shit gon' snap as res
G
F
Am
ult of my actions
I got a checklist
Not for no people,
Dm
a list of my checks, bitch
Verse 5
Dm
Walk with the cups ice froze Is a
G
bitch too cold like snow,
F
Em
nigga, that's my shit
Am
Big crib flooded with the hoes I get
Put a collar on that bitch
Dm
then I pour that bih
Mobs pull up at the party
G
'Cause the opps outside try to
F
Am
take what they all couldn't get
Mobs pull up at the party
'Cause the opps outside try to take
Outro 1
what they all couldn't get
Am
G
F
Am
G
Am
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TunerE A D G B E
Akkorde & SongtexteAm Dm F Em G
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