Tonart: B minor•
Verse 1
Bm
D
Nothin' on me, uh, yeah
Bm
Wesson on me, whoo, yeah
D
Bm
Check this on me probably cause I turn the hood out,
D
uh, feel it, free, and on me, uh, yeah
F
Keep that
Wesson on me, yeah, we ride it,
Bm
F
Bm
Probably cause I'm in the club like
Z back in 99, 50 and 02
Breeze on the heavy grind
He know what I go through,
he's on my right side
Breeze through the hood,
F#
duckies when I ride by
Bm
Please when I ride by,
niggas don't scheme in the hood
Cause I will squeeze and leave
the spleen on the outside
You bleeding about my free,
so clean in this white tee
G
All I got is beats in my oppa
Bm
Eat for the streets,
don't sleep cause the street is sweet
But leave y niggas six feet deep
Underneath pump with vanilla hide
I'm making a killing, I'm a corporate villain
I shake down your building like
Eleanor
Tell you who the hell am I
F to the
R- E- E to the way
Have my way with your lady
Y'all lame with your lady
Y'all play with your baby
And your summer little buddy
G
Y'all gay, he be hummin' my shit
Bm
I got bricks, I got chips
D
You ain't got nothin' on me
Got this truck, got the fifth
Smith
Bm
In the hood, where I'm from
They call detectives on me
Bm
F
Probably cause I turn
I got houses, I got rich
You ain't got nothin' on me
D
Dm
In the club, got the fifth
Smith
In the club, check this trip
Wanna get naked for me
D
Bm
Them hoes cling to me probably
F
Bm
cause I turn the club on
Chimichimi
Coco
Pop
Chimichimi, how?
Some niggas moody,
coke cooked up, some niggas moody
Same story, different nigga
I'ma need a bottle
F#
Try to take my sound, get you again, pow
Bm
Free top billing, you try to steal him,
it's not slanding
It's
God's plan if them shots landing,
do not kill him
I got him running his car, peeling the block,
scrambling
Homestuffing cities and villas,
taught me to fill a filling
Chilling with a titty filling, filling
Now all these players hating punks,
catching fillings
Got so many straps, call me
Strap, I got a full clip
Everywhere I go, automatic
F#
Try me, we can have it
ready as he ever been
I'm serving all your medicine,
I'm focused on my cheddy
Took my chains heavy,
heavy as an elephant
I'm snapping for the hell of it,
G
so have your team ready
Bm
Nigga, I got bricks, I got chips,
D
you ain't got nothing on me
F
Got the strap, got the fifth, the
Smith and
In the hood, where I'm from,
They call detectives on me,
Bm
probably cause I turn the hood out
I got houses, I got rich,
you ain't got nothin' on me
D
Dm
In the club, got the fifth,
F
Bm
you're smithin' wesson on me
In the club,
chick is trippin', wanna get naked for me
D
Bm
Them hoes cling to me probably
F
Bm
cause I turn the club up
F#
Bm
You
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