Tonart: Bb minor
Verse 1
Fm
Cm
Eb
Listen up gangstas and honeys
Pull up a chair hon' and
put it in the air son
Cm
Eb
Dog, whatever they call you,
Ab
Fm
god, just listen
I spit a story backwards,
it starts at the ending
Verse 2
Fm
Eb
The bullet goes back in the gun
Fm
The bullet hole's closing
this chest of a nigga
Now he back to square one
Cm
Eb
Screaming, "Shoot don't please"
Gm
Fm
I put my fifth back on my hip
It's like a VCR rewinding a hit
Eb
He put his hands back on his bitch
Fm
My caravan doors open up
I jumped back in the van
and closed it shut
Cm
Fm
Eb
Going reverse, slowly prepared
Ab
Fm
My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like,
"Go he there"
Eb
Sitting in back of this chair,
Fm
we hitting the roach
The smoke goes back in the blunt,
the blunt gets bigger in growth
Cm
Fm
Eb
Jungle unrolls it,
Fm
put his weed back in the jar
The blunt turns back into a cigar
Cm
Fm
We listen to Stevie,
Eb
Fm
it sounded like heavy metal fans
Spinnin records backwards of AC DC
Eb
I give my niggas dap,
Fm
jump out the van back first
Back upstairs,
Cm
took off the black shirt
Fm
Eb
I'm in the crib with the
Listen up so y'all can figure
out the poem real clear
Eb
The voice on the phone was like,
So with my mouth wide,
holding my heat
Eb
Bullets I had plenty to squeeze,
'Cause Jungle said,
Cm
"Block your on enemies the"
Hung up the phone,
Eb
Fm
then the phone rang
I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout
this pretty young thing
Cm
Fm
Eb
Who left, she came back,
Fm
her clothes just fell to the rug
She fell to my bed and gave me a hug
Cm
I told her, "No hell"
Eb
Fm
She talking 'bout, "Me kiss"
Bobbed her head then spit the
nut back in my dick
Eb
Started sucking with no hands,
Then got up and put her
bra back on her tits
Cm
Eb
Got fully dressed and told me,
Fm
"Stressed really I'm"
Picked up her Gucci bag and
left her nigga behind
Cm
Fm
Walking through the door,
Eb
Fm
she rang the bell twice
I vomited Vodka back in my
Cm
glass with juice and ice
Eb
The clock went back from three,
And that's about the time
Cm
Eb
That's when I first heard the
Fm
voice mail on the cell
It said, "Son we found that
Cm
nigga we gotta kill"
Eb
Hey yo son, hey yo son,
Verse 3
you hear me,
Cm
Listen man, this dude right on the block,
Eb
G
right now, man
Fm
G
Fm
I found him, right now,
I see him right now!
Eb
Fm
Cm
Let's kill him)
Verse 4
Outro 1
Cm
Eb
Fm
Cm
Eb
Fm
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