Tonart: F minor•
Verse 1
Db
Cm
Dope
Db
I don't feel right (yeah)
Cm
Thuggin' and fuckin' on bitches
Db
'cause that's what I feel like, uh
I'm trill, working the wheel,
a pimp, not a simp
If I don't have me some dope or some drink,
D
I don't feel like (yeah)
Db
All I know is go get the bag
Nigga post on the block,
Fm
we can split the bag (yeah, yeah)
Out here servin' the neighbors,
Db
they sniff a bag (yeah, yeah)
All I know is yayo and them zipper
bags (yeah, yeah)
Had to cut off my ho, I can't trick a bag
Fm
Fuck them Gucci and Louis and Fendi bags
Db
All I know is yayo and them zipper bags
Fm
Db
D
Db
Got my money so heavy, can't lift a bag,
yeah, baow
Thuggin' and fuckin' on bitches 'cause
Fm
Db
that's what I feel like (that's what I feel like)
Fm
If I don't have me some dope or some drink,
Db
D
I don't feel right (I don't feel right)
Db
Fm
I'ma pull up in that Lambo' 'cause that's
Db
what I feel like (what I feel like)
If I don't have me some dope or some drink,
Db
All I know is go get the bag
Nigga post on the block,
we can split the bag (yeah, yeah)
Out here servin' the neighbors,
they sniff a bag (yeah, yeah)
All I know is yayo and them zipper
bags (yeah, yeah)
Fuck them Gucci and Louis
Fm
and Fendi bags (yeah, yeah)
All I know is yayo and them
Db
Fm
zipper bags
Db
Got my money so heavy,
can't lift a bag, yeah, yeah
I got an Eastside ho
Fm
Trappin' out a house with
Cm
Db
some Eastside blow
Smokers comin' back
for at least five more
Kill an opp, then it's back
to the East I go
Heaven or the belly of the
beast I'll go
Freddie, how you come up on
the kis that low?
Hit my Mexican and come
up on at least five more
Kill an opp, then it's back to the East I go,
to the East I go
Yeah, I'm 'bout to shoot up your party 'cause that's
Fm
Db
what I feel like (what I feel like)
Fm
If I don't pull up and drop me an opp,
Db
I don't feel right (I don't feel right)
Ever since I lost the homies,
Fm
Db
a nigga can't feel life (I can't feel life)
If I don't have me some dope or some drink,
I don't feel right
D
Db
All I know is go get the bag
Nigga post on the block,
we can split the bag (yeah, yeah)
Out here servin' the neighbors,
they sniff a bag (yeah, yeah)
All I know is yayo and them zipper
Had to cut off my ho, I can't trick a bag
Db
Fuck them Gucci and Louis
and Fendi bags (yeah, yeah)
All I know is yayo and them zipper bags
Got my money so heavy,
Db
Cm
Work, work
Fm
(I don't feel right)
Db
Had to fuck with your ho, I got that work
D
Db
And you know I got that work, work
Fm
Db
Had to fuck with your ho, I got that work,
Fm
D
work (I'm trill, working the wheel)
Db
You know I got that work, work (I'm trill,
working the wheel, a pimp, not a simp)
That work, work
Fm
Db
Had to fuck with your ho, I got that work (I'm trill,
working the wheel, a pimp, not a simp)
Fm
And you know I got that work, work (I'm trill,
D
Db
working the wheel, a pimp, not a simp)
That work, work
Fm
Had to fuck with your ho, I got that work (I'm trill,
Db
working the wheel, a pimp, not a simp)
And you know I got that work
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