Tonart: D minor•
Verse 1
Gm
Ha- ha- ha (ha- ha)
Like
Alright, okay
My life would be so shitty witho-
Dm
Gm
Players never die
(It's a SMASH)
Dm
Gm
You did good, Slick
Verse 2
Gm
Dm
I'm- I'm with that fuck shit,
Gm
Dm
pull up, we get buck quick
Gm
My ho down like Faye,
Dm
but sometimes she can be a dumb bitch
Gm
Dm
Out here since a young jit,
Gm
nitrous got my lungs lit
Wake up from a blackout gettin'
head while I'm in public
Ri- Ri- Ridin' through the hood
Gm
Prolly off a pill or two
Pulled that .44 out,
they start talkin' like they Scooby Doo
Dm
Mobbin' with my partners,
Gm
we- we pop in, no knockin'
Dm
Gm
Nod- Nod- Noddin' off that dope and for dessert,
just ate Neurontin
Hit a stain, make a name
Gm
Northside, Grey the gang,
2nd world, Eastern Bloc
I might rock it off the flock,
I might rock it off Apache
Dm
Gm
I might fuck up on that bitch if she
got a pack of plan B
Mane, show you how that Glock work,
show you how to pop first
Dm
Gm
White trash, young man,
mop 'em up like Joe Dirt
My ho like her throat hurt,
suck it for a nip tuck
That bitch tried to tell me that I'm sick,
so what that make her?
I just bought some land off my LAN,
kilo of some GLD
Still the same mane, grippin' AKs,
wearin' FTP
Paint 'em like a NFT, got
them scripts no PHD
My bitch brain insane,
but she only got her GED
Dm
Gang coast to coast, yeah,
Gm
I know me a few robbers
Dope game farm to table,
Dm
Gm
ain't no fent' up in my product
Huh, bruh, damn, son,
who the fuck raised you?
Cutthroats and them savages,
how you think I got this name, boo?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Verse 3
Gm
Dm
I could show you how to get it poppin'
Gm
Ruby da Cherry ain't got no option
All these hoes keep fuckin' flockin'
All these hoes tryna give me noggin'
Dm
Snort a line of heroin then tell
Gm
her she way too toxic
Yeah, I'm slidin' on these bitches
like my feet were made for moppin'
Dm
Gm
Dm
I can't stop it if I wanted to,
Gm
Glock up in my foreign coupe
Scrapin' up the concrete,
Dm
Gm
S500 on them 22's
Dm
Motorola phone when I'm
dialin' up my partner
Gm
Think I'm bein' fol lowed by a fed in an
unmarked Impala
Skrilla, squalla what I'm after,
I get money ho by any means
P- P- Paper chasin' everyday,
I keep them rocks up in my cleats
Cut me with some scissors,
you gon' see how much I fuckin' bleed
But I'll come back with fuckin' tanks
and blow your shit to smithereens
Blick on me, click on me,
G59 the fuckin set
$uicide 'til death, I'll yell it,
pokin' out my fuckin' chest
Live from the 5, put the 0 behind the 4
Make a point before the numbers
just to let you bitches know
I got five killers and they
all down to fuckin' ride
I can call on any of 'em,
if you down to fuckin' die
Walk it how I talk it, bitch,
and I ain't got no fuckin' lisp
Whisper my forbidden name and
give my hand a fuckin' kiss
Dm
Out- Out- Out the mud, out the mist,
Ruby take the form of shadows
Gm
Dm
Fol low me back to the gates of hell,
Gm
we regroup at the gallows
Dm
I can smell the scent of blood and I
can smell the scent of piss
Gm
Leave your body rot tin',
lock your soul up in the black abyss
Dm
Gm
Verse 4
Dm
Blick on me, click on me,
Gm
Dm
Gm
G59 the fuckin' set
$uicide 'til death, I yell it,
pokin' out my fuckin' chest
Blick on me, click on me,
G59 the fuckin' set
No- No- No- Northside, Grey the gang,
Second World, Eastern Bloc
Northside, Grey the gang, Second World,
Eastern Bloc
$uicide 'til death,
I yell it, pokin' out my fuckin' chest
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