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