Tonart: C minor•
Verse 1
Fm
Ab
Fm
Gm
SK, Sha, bout time you let
these niggas know
Csus4
What you really bout,
Fm
Ab
Gm
Fm
know I'm saying
It's Slow Loud And Bangin',
Gm
all these mark ass niggas
Cm
Ab
Fm
We bringing the real back,
street shit
Gangsta shit,
Ab
fin to put you hoes in your place
Fm
Gm
Cm
A pair of fresh pressed Khakis,
Ab
Fm
and Chucks will do me fine
I provide promethazyne, so
Gm
please pour out that whine
Fm
Ab
But don't waste it on my new shoestrings,
bitch I bang
Fm
My bold laces, match the same color
Gm
of my flag that hangs (damn)
Fm
I stay G to the T, E to the B
Gm
Fm
H to the C,
Ab
Fm
Gm
Cm
Fm
the streets raised me properly
Block monopoly,
Ab
always some shit in the block
Gm
Cm
Cali building got naughty,
Gm
Fm
knocked off Big Glock
Ab
Fm
Gm
Fm
Had to call up Reese's,
got guns to dock
Ab
He done called his connect,
Fm
Gm
Cm
Fm
and picked up a new stock
Ab
Fm
These broke ass niggas,
Ab
ain't nothing but peasants
Fm
Gm
Wrap a nigga ass up,
like Christmas presents
Cm
Fm
These nig gas ain't G's,
these niggas is wussies
Ab
Gm
Get your lips off my dick,
Cm
Fm
Ab
and go eat you some pussy
Fm
Ab
I ain't worried bout
Fm
a bitch, she can kiss my ass
Gm
Cm
The only time I come to fuck,
Ab
Fm
Ab
Fm
is when I can't get cash
Gm
Keep your mind off mines,
Cm
Ab
Fm
and build up your stash
Gm
All blunts rolled up,
Csus4
Cm
Fm
Ab
Fm
Gm
endo in hash
Csus4
Fm
Gm
Fm
Out of a bitch ass nigga,
I'll make a believer
Ab
Fm
Gm
Have these niggas catching bullets,
like wide receivers
Cm
Fm
Bitch I hit a lick, bought
You can ask these niggas trick,
Ab
Fm
Gm
S.L.A.B. the shit
Just because playas get chose,
Cm
you wan' grab your bitch
Fm
I bet nine out of ten,
we can have the bitch
Cm
I never been a thug, till I graduated to one
Fm
Cm
And never shot a slug, till
I got my hands on a gun
Gm
Fm
These niggas be fraud and fake,
and ain't never been worthy
Gm
Got me feeling like Jordan,
dumping 23 in they jersey
Cm
I'm sick and I'm slick,
Fm
Ab
I run with gang bangers and jackers
Fm
Frame plackers and bad actors, being
watched by them crackers
Cm
I'm running through plex with
Fm
plex, like I'm Randy Moss
Gm
You run in my house,
your head I'm fin to be knocking it off
Cm
And fucking your spouse,
Fm
with nuts running all in her mouth
That bitch'll get tossed,
like a drop top slab in the South
Ab
Fm
God damn cause here I go again,
Gm
Cm
cooking and flipping dope again
Ten bricks in the do' again, ready
Fm
to hit the road again
Ab
Trae done just wrecked the flow again,
Ab
I'm sick of these roaching nig
Fm
Gm
gas, trying to get inside of my stash
Bitch it ain't gon happen,
Cm
fuck rapping cause I'ma get you
Fm
And have your mama in church, word
for word reading scriptures
Ab
Don't let me grab the chrome,
Fm
Gm
and break up a happy home
Cm
Fm
Long as I'm getting my hustle on,
ain't nothing wrong
Now all my music,
ain't just good wordplay
Listen real close,
niggas feel ery'thing I say
Ab
Fm
Play it smart,
Gm
you can get your days dark
Fm
Them K's spark and break you apart,
Ab
nigga so don't start
Fm
You don't wanna end your
life, on a bad note
Get lost in gun smoke, niggas
better take notes
From neopacknol, you ain't
getting nothing back
Plus the new Cadillac,
22's under that
Gm
7- 1- 3, niggas better move out
Walk a straight line,
Cm
Yung Redd keep his tool out
Fm
Yeah, it's not a game
know I'm saying
The world is crooked, my niggas is straight
Ab
Fm
Gm
My nigga,
Cm
it's time to make this shit known
Fm
Ab
Fm
S Dub, V is finally
Ab
Fm
Gm
in the Screw zone
It took a minute,
Bb
Fm
C
but you know we had to find home
Fm
Too many funny niggas,
Ab
acting like they wasn't wrong
Fm
Gm
Jump fly with a vulture,
get your brains blown
Cm
You Donny Brasco, me my
Cm
Fm
We take private flights,
you niggas never leave home
Fifteen hundred,
Ab
Fm
plus I gotta get some thoed dome
Gm
I fuck's, with the S.U.Cizzy
Moving these tapes, with the B.U.Dizzy
Fm
Vulture piece spin, until I O- Dizzy
A thoed mouthpiece,
Ab
Fm
make pimping so easy
Fm
Ab
Gm
like my nigga named Geezy
Fm
Repping the Dub, with S.L.A.Beezie
Joseph rain, I'm here to put black
Fm
Eb
Wouldn't give a fuck about rapping,
Ab
Fm
Gm
I'm a gangsta you know my name
Cm
Ab
Fm
Cm
Fm
Ab
Some people call me the crooked,
Fm
Gm
some people call me the Don
Fm
Some people call me heartless,
Ab
Cm
cause if it's beef I'll smoke your mom's
Fm
Gm
And your papa and your uncle Eddy,
Fm
nigga this war for real
Gm
Fm
Cm
Ab
Eb
I suggest you go get your people ready,
Gm
Eb
cause I'ma slide by and fuck a driveby
I'ma throw my shit in park,
Ab
and straight up hopping out
Fm
Gm
Sound like applause in the streets,
all these Uzi shells dropping out
Fm
Fuck with Mr. McVey, and diiiie
Ab
Cm
Repping it like Southsive for live,
fo' liiife
Fm
I pistol grip, with motherfuckers
at all times
Gm
Navy blue up in the Regal,
Cm
Fm
leaning to the left side
2- wheeling down South McGregor, bending
Cm
No license or insurance,
Fm
but I ain't legal anyway
Gon jump on the bun,
Gm
cause my warrant got a color
Cm
One love to Yukmouth, in uniting
Fm
the ghettos we all gutter
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