Tonart: C# minor
Verse 1
Ebm
Yeah, Friday, he's back in the building
Abm
Hell, Fram, he's back in the building
Say, we're back in the building,
Eb
Ebm
Uh, we're just harder than ever
Ain't no squadron that's better
How we dodging together
Abm
Through this horrible weather
When we move, it just proves
That these dudes just confused
Ebm
They all talk shit, these dorks still
Walk in these shoes
Eb
I'm kooky to a range
The hooptie for the rain
Get the groupies loosey -doosey,
Abm
you're a cutie's what they say
That's Louie, Gucci, Coochie
Ebm
when I'm moving through the lane Versace so I'm cocky,
big Medusa's on the frame, man
Listen, J's connected,
way respect the grayest necklace
Eb
Ebm
DJ's need to break your record,
Abm
they don't need to break your record
Eb
You rappers are funny,
Abm
go act for the money
you ain't putting out crack
Those are dummies,
Eb
Ebm
I go from car to car, please
Plus some V's,
Eb
you don't start with car keys
Ebm
Eb
Abm
And the hardest Barclays just
Eb
Abm
Eb
dodging palm trees
Abm
With the top down for so long,
Ebm
I deserve Mardi Gras beads
Db
Ebm
Please, I'm still that same n***a,
Eb
same n***a, flame spitter
Ebm
Listen, it's major, you hate her,
Eb
Abm
lane switcher, dame hitter
Move with the mag and dot em'
Ebm
Ruthless and casket boxin' prick,
I'm back
It's a wrap, Houston,
we have a problem
Eb
Ebm
Bitch, it's harder than ever
Abm
Ain't no squadron, it's better
Ebm
How we dodging and capper
Abm
Through this horrible weather
When we move, it just proves
Ebm
Eb
Ebm
that these dudes
Eb
Ebm
Eb
Abm
Ebm
I'm in the back of the phantom,
smokin' pounds of purple
Eb
Abm
Your life real cheap, it cost a dollar, murk you
Eb
I always keep a backpack,
Abm
I live on the road
Ebm
Circus shit I just won't do,
I live by the codes
Eb
Ebm
You know I'm worldwide now,
so you can't hide now
Eb
Ebm
I got gangstas in the natty
Abm
down in Chi -town
Ebm
Abm
Get Midwest love from Midwest thugs
Ebm
And my niggas, they live off weed,
bitch -pressed drugs
Eb
Mad at me cause I don't love em,
I fuck em
Ebm
I don't chase em, I duck em,
Eb
Ebm
then replace em with another one
Ebm
she kept calling me killin'
Abm
Ebm
My name is Hal Rell,
she was all on my dick
Got product in Flint, around the town
Them ox fuck up the towers,
they also fucked up the prices
Abm
Ebm
Abm
Ebm
I make it
hard for you to breathe, brother
Eb
Ebm
Flowers and dirt
you can sleep under
My weed is purple, yellow diamonds,
Word to my nigga son,
and I'll kill your son
Ebm
Smack your big brother, spit on him,
tell him get his gun
This is my house, now no moving in
Eb
Ebm
I give these niggas crack lessons,
Ebm
Sell X's and O's without being in love
Abm
Ebm
I take a nap on a yacht,
you fall asleep in the tub, nigga
Rich is harder than ever
Abm
Ain't no squadron is better
Ebm
How we dodging together
Abm
Through this horrible weather
When we move it just proves
That these dudes just confused
Ebm
They all talk shit
Outro 1
These dorks let them walk in their shoes
Ebm
Abm
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