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