Tonart: F# minor
Verse 1
Em
C
And I got shooters that'll shoot
B
When you live by the gun, you live by them
Em
rules (this how I'm feelin', man)
If you ever did me wrong,
C
B
no sympathy for you (let'sget it)
Verse 2
Blame what I went through
Em
Soon as I get up out of
bed I grab my Glock
B
One in the head, I'm paranoid
Em
Wish I was not, wish it would stop
But it won't, can't trust a bitch
That show I think, that's how I move,
Man, we don't respect you, boy,
C
you talk to cops (you talk to cops, rat)
I just bought a brand new Draco,
Oh, and a mop,
Em
Extra bullets in my socks just in case
Armed and dangerous (huh)
Man, don't play with us (man, don't
play with us)
Em
We really rich, y'all really broke,
C
fuck you gon' say to us?
Tell that man come get his bitch,
B
she tryna stay with us (ooh- ooh)
Em
And I'm off that cognac (huh)
Brand new piece got it from Luxe,
C
look how they froze that (VVS)
Still spendin' money from 2016, bet they ain't
Em
know that (they ain't know that)
They said I was broke, check my account,
C
B
fuck am I broke at? Yeah, shnow that
Em
I'm the Big Steppa, the Big Red,
Ten niggas, that's ten glizzy's with
Em
ten legs (grrt- grrt- grrt)
Pillow talkin' niggas all in a
Man, don't tell me about no ho,
B
fuck what a bitch said (ho)
Verse 3
on that he say,
she say shit too much
C
Man, go get a buck (man, go get a buck)
If your money low then
get it up (get it up)
Em
Stop all that whinin' shit
C
Stop all that bitchin' up (pussy)
You wanna be rich or what?
B
You wanna die broke or live it up?
Verse 4
C
I got shooters that'll shoot
When you live by the gun,
B
Em
you live by them rules
If you ever did me wrong,
C
B
no sympathy for you
Em
Blame what I went through
C
Fuck love, tough love, that's all I knew
And when they count me out,
Em
I count my money too (count it up)
Sippin' on some shit that
And if that nigga end up dead
Em
It's probably 'cause he was dead wrong (uh,
Verse 5
uh)
Em
Livin' good but still could pull up in that Rari
C
in the hood (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
No body guards, just a couple shooters that will
Em
bend ya hood (grrt-grrt, baow)
Mob shit and we ain't
Just parked up with a couple niggas that
B
Em
will park shit (grrt)
Lookin' like a target but I'm
We not tryna end your life so don't
start shit (no, don't do that)
Em
C
Big Royce with the stars look like a star ship (ooh,
ooh)
.380, lil' baby on me,
B
that's my dog shit (that's my dog)
Em
I'm the Big Don, the Big Pen,
C
the Big Fish (Big Fish)
I'm with ten hitters,
that's ten Glocks with ten clips (grrt- grrt)
Em
They claim they real niggas
C
but they got bitch lips
Man, don't tell me about them niggas,
they on some simp shit (mm- hmm)
Verse 6
on that he say,
Man, go get a buck (man, go get a buck)
If your money low then get
it up (get it up)
Em
Stop all that whinin' shit
Stop all that bitchin' up (pussy)
C
You wanna be rich or what?
(Mm- hmm)
B
You wanna die broke or live it up?
Verse 7
C
I got shooters that'll shoot
When you live by the gun,
B
Em
you live by them rules
If you ever did me wrong,
C
B
no sympathy for you
Em
Blame what I went through
C
Fuck love, tough love, that's all I knew
B
And when they count me out,
Em
I count my money too (count it up)
Sippin' on some shit that
And if that nigga end up dead
B
It's probably 'cause he was dead wrong
Em
Outro 1
C
Em
C
B
Em
C
Em
C
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