Tonart: C major
Verse 1
Abm
Eb
Abm
Eb
Oh shit, fuck is my watch at? Shit man,
G#m
Bb
Abm
Eb
G#m
fuck
D#
G#m
D#
Nah man, nah man, hell nah
A#
G#m
D#
A#
G#m
These bitches is frontin'
The fuck the shit go?
Verse 2
G#m
Them drug gangstas
Yo son, you got my shit?
G#
G#m
G#
G#m
Nah, son, I ain't got ya shit
D#
Son, you ain't got my shit?
Verse 3
Abm
Nah, nigga, I ain't got ya shit
Eb
Yo, son, my shit is gone
Abm
Pah listen, I ain't got ya shit
Eb
Bb
Abm
Lex you sure you ain't leave it in the
Verse 4
Abm
out, fell in the zone,
Bb
Abm
half the bone lit
Eb
Abm
Passed off, rubbin' on my ski hat,
oh shit
Ab
My blunt fell, my watch, you seen it?
Abm
Eb
Gleamin' little young fella,
Abm
he just had the stupidest look, weeded
Verse 5
D#
Yo, I'm tired and stressed,
Abm
hungry and I'm vexed
Eb
Abm
And I'm flippin' 'cause these
Ab
niggaz wanna play me for test
Eb
Bb
Shit fell off ya hand Lord? Stop it,
Abm
Eb
I'm eyein niggaz in they faces
Abm
After that I'm goin' at niggaz pockets
Verse 6
faggot yeah,
G#m
y'all niggaz got my shit
I helped you cop yo' shit
G#m
D#
G#m
Then help me find my shit
A#
D#
Eye- ballin' every fake Frankie
Lymon in the joint
Verse 7
find my shit
D#
G#m
Yeah, yo now I got robbed, I smell it
Eb
Mad bitches walkin' by
Abm
the fella tryin' to crochet
Eb
Abm
Bitch spell it, listen trick, be out, bounce
Verse 8
Abm
Bb
Eb
Blew an ounce off of weed
Abm
in the bitch face
She pulled out two white owls
Eb
Abm
Everybody back the fuck up, move
Eb
Bb
Chef, you actin' like a loose cannon
Verse 9
Ab
Abm
Pah, with you an d your dudes
Eb
If my shit come up, cool
Abm
D#
Matter of fact, clack, clack,
Niggas pulled out tools
Verse 10
D#
G#m
Yo, yo, yo, yo, turn the fuckin' lights off
Eb
Abm
Pass the illumin' Lord, tell the DJ yo,
Eb
turn the fuckin' music off
We got announcements,
Abm
Eb
we want y'all to listen clear
Ab
We just lost about mansion in here
Abm
Eb
And yo,
Verse 11
Abm
eh yo, if we don't get
it back it's gon' be a problem
Eb
Ab
Abm
Then my niggas gon' react
Ab
Abm
and that'll be a problem
D#
G#m
Ab
Eighty- five thou' gone we
Abm
got a fuckin' problem
Ab
Abm
Ain't nobody leavin' alive
until we find 'em
Verse 12
D#
Abm
Excuse me, miss, no I ain't havin' it
Eb
Abm
I smacked him with the four pound,
bitch hit the ground
Eb
G#m
Then I stepped off, dropped out the shit
Eb
Abm
Eb
Equipped with the dipped
G#m
Courdouroy Bailey's with the cream stitch
Verse 13
D#
G#m
Powerhouse bis
D#
Abm
cuits that blow roofs off
Eb
Abm
Rae watch is missin',
Eb
Abm
Eb
G#m
Eb
you take ya boots off and take off those chain s
Abm
Eb
The fat fuck thought I was playin'
G#m
so I started sprayin'
D#
Chicks hit the floor, bottles broke
Abm
Eb
The owner slid through beefin',
Verse 14
Abm
Eb
Duke threw the toast to his throat
Abm
Eb
We brought the noise like we
My man don't get his shit
D#
G#m
in four or five minutes
D#
G#m
Yo we're leavin' with the vote
Verse 15
D#
D
A gangsta's lotto,
G#m
D#
thirteen bodies and still climbin'
G#m
Big shotties, bodied
D#
when they sniff body
G#m
We did our thing too we got
to the envy lobby
D#
E#
G#m
Our last four or five shots we see nobody
Verse 16
D#
G#m
Yo, yo, yo, yo, turn the fuckin' lights off
D
D#
G#m
Pass the illumin' Lord, tell the DJ yo,
D#
turn the fuckin' music off
We got announcements,
Abm
Eb
we want y'all to listen clear
Abm
We just lost about mansion in here
Verse 17
Abm
eh yo, if we don't get it back
Eb
it's gon' be a problem
Ab
Abm
Then my niggas gon' react
Ab
Abm
and that'll be a problem
Eb
Abm
Eighty- five thou' gone we
got a fuckin' problem
Ain't nobody leavin' alive
until we find 'em
Verse 18
Eb
Eh yo, eh yo, shit got real that night
Abm
Power grabbed him,
Eb
Vine smacked him dead in his head
(Oh shit, nigga he got a Magnum)
Eb
Yo we all holdin', rollin'
Verse 19
Abm
Grab a nigga, search him if he front,
Eb
Abm
fuck it, blow him
Watchin' niggas foldin'
Abm
The bartender got a shotgun in his hand
Eb
Let off the wheelchair nigga
Bb
Abm
got him and ran
Verse 20
full body armor automatically on
The faggots passed off the
(Yo y'all niggas
ain't searchin' shit)
Yo where the big mouth at?
Verse 21
Matter of fact nigga, line the fuck up
Nigga tried to swing on G's
but he a gentleman
Son, he dropped the dead
arm but failed to see it
Two shot G's pealed his meat
Verse 22
Let's see, niggas tried to front
like my niggas is weak
Corey pulled the truck up, see- 4ed this bitch,
blew it the fuck up
Niggas'll use and niggas'll die
in this mothafucka
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