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Verse 1
Cm
Ayy, ayy, ayy,
see I'm about to bust you,
Hulk dog
Ab
African boombada style,
Cm
strangle with the choco, that's the small
B
All these groupies on my nuts,
cause I'm rollin' with the family
They bleedin' from the guts,
money, green with envy
Fm
Ab
Don't know me, but you hatin'
as soon as I turn my back
You be takin' what's off my plate,
Cm
and you already ate, god damn
Fm
Ab
Easy get a piece, a slice, a sliver,
Gm
get four from shit that I deliver
Cm
Stanky like onion,
green heat like a dragon
These niggas can last long,
I'm keepin' their hands on
At night, I ask the
Fm
Ab
Lord to protect me from the evil
Surround me,
Cm
Lord, with only good -hearted people
I thrive on that,
then put the vocals on the track
Ab
I keep it all real,
let's see how niggas gon' act
Cm
Untouchable
Fm
Cm
Southside, hands off of mine
Ab
Don't recline too much,
Gm
too many snakes wanna shine
Cm
Hard -earned credentials for droppin'
these instrumentals
Ab
For niggas who think it's simple
One day, you gon' remember me
Cm
Fm
I don't intend to be the hardest
Cm
Ab
But I know I'm workin' hard to be heard
And for you, got two words
Cm
Hands off,
and think I'm on the road to riches
I'm in position to get it
I ain't gon' stop for these bitches
HANDS
OFF
Fm
My mission is to get what I need
Ab
I'm player hated by haters
instead of dodging police
Cm
HANDS
OFF
Eb
They always tryna take what's mine
Ab
So I'm out on the grind
In the studio perfecting my lines
Cm
HANDS
OFF
And don't touch nothing
Eb
Gm
you can't hold
Ab
This world is cold
Cm
When I tell you about these
Ab
friends turned foes
Cm
I'm taking my turf
It's first things first
Ain't nothing worse than nig
Ab
gas off in your pocket
What can we do to stop it?
Cm
This cash money make a nigga
do some fast learning
Ab
I say this and from all the haters
Keep the weeds burning
Cm
I'm mashing
Verbal assassin
Ab
Whoever steppin' in my pterodome,
Eb
gettin' thrashed
Cm
And I meant that, resent that,
if you went back
Ab
Poppin' yang, about how you'd evoke
Cm
the nigga out his lil' chains
Whatever, charge it to the gang,
Ab
see I learned a lil' lesson
Never do biz without packin'
Smith &
Wesson
Cm
No more guessin' how I'm
Ab
addressin' what they scared of
Don't give a fuck about them haters,
I go head up
Cm
To all them starving ass artists,
Ab
this is a standoff
Look em in the eye,
and tell em get they hands off
Cm
Myself, my seed, my publishin',
Ab
my weed
My style, my clique, my shit,
that's all a nigga need
Cm
Hands on,
cause nigga I'm on the road to riches
Ab
I'm in position to get it and I ain't
gon' stop for these bitches
Cm
Hands on,
Fm
my mission is to get what I need
Cm
Eb
I'm player hated by hater
Ab
s instead of dodging police
Cm
Hands on,
Eb
they always tryna take what's mine
Ab
So I'm out on the grind in the studio
perfecting my lines
Cm
Hands on,
Gm
and don't touch man you can't hold
This world is cold when I tell you
Ab
about these friends turned foes
Cm
You can't make a change
Ab
if you don't switch it
Cm
Do or will sell your soul
Ab
to get those riches
Cm
Nothing comes for free,
pay the cost of false where I be
If you don't want
Eb
Cm
R .I .P. I suggest that
Keep your hands off
Oh -oh -oh -oh -oh -oh -oh -oh
Fsus4
Cm
Ab
Hands off
Cm
Hands off
I think I'm on the road to riches
I'm in position to get it,
and I ain't gon' stop for these bitches
Ab
Cm
Heads up,
Eb
my mission is to get what I need
Cm
Ab
I'm player hated by haters,
instead he dodging police
Cm
Heads up,
Eb
they always trying to take what's mine
So I'm out on the grind,
Cm
Ab
in the studio perfecting my lines
Cm
Heads up,
Eb
Cm
and don't touch nothing you can't hold
Eb
Cm
This world is cold, when I tell you about these
Ab
Cm
Eb
Cm
friends turned foes
Ab
you

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