Tonalité : Eb major
Verse 1
D
Bm
D
Yeah, I switch up my hoes,
I switch up my flows
C
D
Bm
These backends, these rolls, yeah
D
Yeah, I pull up in Ghost
I'm racin' like Forza,
C
D
Bm
D
fuckin' the road— (Bitch)
C
Ghetto Fab', Ghetto Fab', Ghetto
(Thanks Zuko)
Verse 2
D
Yeah, I switch up my hoes,
I switch up my flows
G
D
Bm
These backends, these rolls, yeah
D
Yeah, I pull up in Ghost
I'm racin' like Forza,
fuckin' the road up
Touch down, hit my partner,
"What's the word?"
Ho come second but
Amiri come in first
Bm
I don't talk, shh,
D
I don't gotta say a word
Ice show shinin' on my
neck like "Brr"
Yeah, yeah,
Eb
partner caught a body
D
He rollin' off molly,
least I know he got me
I just fold this bitch up, just like origami
I know she a bop, I need lip,
Bm
lil' shawty top me
D
G
I don't rock CDG (No), 'less
D
it's Homme Plus
Ho platinum feedin' me
C
D
(Le' go)
They tryna see me eat,
C
watchin' like a DVD (Le' go, le' go)
Bm
My whole crew crazy,
G
D
C
tearin' up the streets
D
I don't wanna see lil' baby,
fuck her through the sheets (Fuck 'er through the sheets)
I won't fold on none my niggas,
they won't fold on me (Fold on none my niggas)
I might finger fuck a check,
or I might watch it bleed (Bleed)
Racks came in quick as hell,
A
D
C
it was too damn easy (Too damn fuckin' easy)
G
These hoes just want a Birkin,
D
G
D
just want CC, they tryna slime me
We rollin' dope, we rollin' off of X,
feel like a zombie
I'm havin' motion and I'm
havin' racks like Kalankaski
C
D
My cousin crazy, he'll cut your head off,
Bm
you cannot breathe
Verse 3
Bm
D
Yeah, my foot on these niggas neck
Yeah, my foot on these niggas neck
Yeah, my foot on these niggas
Bm
neck (Yeah, go)
D
Yeah, I'm three Percs in, I'm set
Bm
Yeah, I'm three Percs in, I'm set
C
Yeah, I'm T'd up to the max
Verse 4
C
D
Yeah, yeah, I'm the one poppin' the lock,
yeah
I'm the one pull out that Bentley, I ride out the lot and made that ho chop,
yeah (Skrrt- skrrt)
Cuffin' that ho, she a thot, she throwin' the top,
she givin' the box, yeah (Skrrt- skrrt, skrrt- skrrt)
Got it on lock, I'm breakin' the lock, my pockets full of them knots,
yeah (Skrrt- skrrt, skrrt- skrrt)
Won't even bag the bitch,
a badder bitch keep hittin' my line, yeah
I'm on some savage shit,
that Gen4 Glock 29, yeah
I'm like a cavity, I'm up in her mouth,
I nut in her eye, yeah
Two Gen5's, Chase Rambo,
I'm on fire, what (I'm on fire, I'm on fire)
Bm
D
Shh, I don't know nothing 'bout that
Bm
D
Bm
case (Sh–shh)
D
Racks comin' in and out of state
I'm in court,
C
D
Bm
I got that— (Shh)
D
Blowin' dope twelve pounds of kush
C
D
Bm
D
.556, .223's, MAC- 11, K's, nigga
That's your wife, she on me,
I ain't even gon' stay with her
I won't play with you,
I'll make shawty lick it up
Molly Santana, I'm on yeah,
yeah
Outro 1
Ghetto Fab', GF
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