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