Tonart: Bb minor
Verse 1
Dm
F
Am
F
Dm
F
Am
Joyner, Joyner,
Dm
Am
Joyner, Joyner, Joyner
Dm
Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo!
Am
Mind your motherfuckin'
Verse 2
Am
business,
ain't nothin' you gotta see (buck, buck, buck)
How you all up in my shit when you
got more problems than me?
Yeah, I'm cool but you don't wanna see
that other side of me (yeah, yeah)
And my niggas mobbin' deep, hoe,
I'm a fuckin' prodigy (buck, buck, buck)
I know, I know that you been envy,
bitch, it ain't that hard to see
Don't you dare go fix your mouth
to tell me that you proud of me
Ain't no choice to me but loyalty
still means a lot to me
Some niggas'll gon' chop my arm
right off and still reach out to me
I know you probably want that
Verse 3
F
You want that ambulance to pick me up
Am
C
and take me on that ride, yeah
Am
Dm
Hoping that they don't revive a
D
nigga and bring me back to life
Am
C
F
And you shot me down, shot me down,
Em
Am
shot me down, shot me down, shot me down
Dm
Am
That's all right
C
Am
(buck, buck) I don't die
Verse 4
B- b- bad to the bone,
everybody wanna be so motherfuckin' bad 'til they ass be alone
Now you back in the cold
And I'm laughin' at every single fact that
they don't want me on half of these songs
It was that from the go,
just a bunch of little spoilt fuckin' bastards
Every single one 'em would
laugh at my joke
Nigga pass the Patrón
I think I'ma go and drink it until I pass
out in the back of the Rover
Ménage on my mind (ayy), I've
been on my grind (woo)
Been through so much,
sometimes think that God ain't on my side (yeah)
I cut all my friends off then say
y'all ain't on my vibe
And it's so much more to life than drinkin',
party all the time, woah (woo, woo)
This gon' last a lifetime (lifetime), no
more Mister Nice Guy (Nice Guy)
I text Jaden Smith,
and told that nigga he a icon (icon)
Don't get shit fucked up,
just 'cause I ain't got no ice on
Don't mean I am not Sub- Zero,
I should freeze you hoes at night time
I'm like,
where the hell you been at?
I've been doin' this since I was a kid
And my grandma used to ask me where
my head at (buck, buck, buck)
Always in trouble,
'cause I was never learnin' nothin'
Except how to muscle my way into the game
with no setbacks (yeah, yeah)
All that's been sleepin' on me,
fuck it, where the bed at?
'Cause I've been strugglin',
tryna be on top of them other niggas
Blind for me, but fuck it,
doesn't mean nothin'
If their music ain't really cuttin'
it they can hit the g- g- gutter
One day y'all gon' see me (see me),
I make shy look freaky (freaky)
I make dry look greasy (woo), I make
hard look easy (easy)
I remember way back when my
Am
Now I'm all on TV hoe (woo)
Verse 5
Am
Mind yo motherfuckin' business,
ain't nothin' you gotta see (buck, buck, buck)
Em
Am
How you all up in my shit when you got more
problems than me? (Buck, buck, buck)
Yeah, I'm cool but you don't wanna see
that other side of me (yeah, yeah)
I don't want to hear no sorrys,
bitch, fuck your apology
I know, I know that you been envy,
damn, it ain't that hard to see
I don't wanna get to know you,
no please, don't say hi to me
Ain't no choice to me but loyalty still
means alot to me (buck, buck)
Some niggas'll gon' chop my arm
right off and still reach out to me
I know you probably want that
Verse 6
F
You want that ambulance to pick me up
Am
C
and take me on that ride, yeah
Am
Dm
Hoping that they don't revive a nig
D
ga and bring me back to life
Am
C
F
And you shot me down, shot me down,
Em
Am
shot me down, shot me down, shot me down
Dm
Am
C
That's all right
Verse 7
(buck, buck) I don't die
Dm
That's why a nigga ride
'round with a weapon
F
Better that than me lyin'
on a stretcher
Gunshot, pow, pow, pow,
Am
applyin' all the pressure
D
Am
Potato on the chopper,
Em
shootin' through the pillow
Am
Blood on the feathers
(buck, buck, buck)
Dm
Am
Rollin' dice with ya life,
C
all I do is roll 7s (woo)
F
Eagle on my lap when I walk with the devil
Em
Hit a bitch from the back like
I don't know better
F
Man, I swear to God you better talk to
the reverend (buck, buck, buck)
Am
Me, I'm on the weed, high, dehydrated
F
Her booty fuckin' skin- tight,
Am
Levi made it (yeah, yeah)
Yee- haw, yee- haw, put her in a stable
Keep my cards in my pocket,
F
never put 'em on the table (woo)
Am
Leave her bra on the floor,
put my dick up on her naval
don't give me no ultimatum
Am
Ride around or die, get your life taken
F
Shit, already went half on a baby
Am
(buck, buck, buck, buck)
All these broke bitch ass niggas
F
Tryna tell a real nigga how to really
Am
fuckin' get a bag (woo)
F
How you fuckin' 25 with your first car?
Am
I got 10, that's why them
niggas mad (hey)
Why you wanna hate on
Why you wanna keep me in the project
Nigga, why you wanna eat off my
check? (Hey)
F
Am
That's some weird ass shit,
you suspect (hey)
That's a weird ass bitch,
don't trust that (woo)
Shut the hell up,
F
Am
a nigga ain't done yet (hey)
All these shots, are you niggas havin'
fun yet? (Buck, buck)
I'ma do it by the book
so run that (hey)
Take ya bitch,
then I ride into sunset (hey)
F
Layin' on the Westside, hit
Backwoods,
you can find me where the skunk at (hey)
F
Bullet with ya name on it if you want that
Verse 8
You want that ambulance to pick me up
C
Em
and take me on that ride, yeah
C
Am
D
Hoping that they don't revive a
nigga and bring me back to life
C
F
Em
And you shot me down, shot me down, shot me down,
Am
shot me down, shot me down
D
That's all right (buck, buck) I don't die
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