Tonalité : D minor
Intro 1
Am
Em
F
Em
Verse 1
F
Spot sun,
Em
we gon' drop somethin',
F
get on top somethin', I'm huntin',
E
while the cops comin',
they don't stop nothin'
Am
Spot sun, we gon' drop somethin',
get on top somethin', I'm huntin',
while the cops comin',
they don't stop nothin'
F
World gangsta,
I know that the feds buildin' the case
They wanna know who's
jump out chase
Em
and hit that boy all in his face
Am
I don't know, I left the state,
fuck them hoes and make them bait
I could decide your fate,
get niggas that key to heaven gates
F
I'm in the chase and pay,
me and them lil niggas can't relate
You know who raised the rate,
E
we the ones who get niggas they date
Am
Tell a judge I'm just a rapper,
Em
Am
E
all these niggas with me trappers
F
I don't know the opps, he alive,
E
he probably ain't no factors
F
See a opp bitch clap,
Em
but he ain't with it, he a capper
F
E
Broke out the door, we got fish scale,
this a snapper
Am
And we still duckin' them crackers
Em
and that cat hittin' them blocks
F
Double G's on,
Em
but I stopped wearin' Gucci,
Am
F
this the Glocks
Em
F
Only go Supreme Forces,
Em
we go Hellcat or A .M .G
E
Get my bitch to Porsches,
Am
I see niggas turn to saucers
F
Am
Get all they niggas indicted,
F
Am
this a gangsta party
Trappers, killers, bad bitches invited
F
Paper get bitches excited,
you don't get it, find a way
Lose, I get back in the day,
Em
they don't know who rapped me, alright
E
Am
We them niggas, evil way,
you ain't got ass who run the city
Bro sat 60 on his head,
he work police, 150
F
These are merits, come from dickies,
Em
Am
never
F
Took them losses on the chin,
Em
Leafy, I was born to win
E
Am
I put the city on my back,
Em
we rap, we don't do the scat
Am
A cat on the lick,
we take the pump like, bro,
F
I have an asthma attack,
As soon as he lack, he clack,
D -A -Ops and Pax it out,
Hundred killers back to back,
Em
Am
I rain up them racks from racks,
Hit the floor, I'm up again,
She play, I'ma fuck a friend,
F
Am
Sleep with 40, tuck her in,
Em
F
Walk him down like fuck a spin,
Holler to his fuck up a chin,
Em
Am
I be tryna knock off her face,
F
Hella diamonds on,
Em
E
Em
I'm in the with Lord, oh my ace,
Am
Sneak the 8 in just in case
Em
Am
Keep the pace and win the race,
Head up place, make sure she safe
Em
We don't do no dinner date,
F
Em
My niggas don't throw me hoops
F
I don't want shit less than an 8,
C
Em
I ain't never had no rookie season
E
Am
Leafy been a great,
Spot sun, we go drop sun
Get on top sun, I'm huntin',
While the cops comin'
They don't stop nothin',
F
Real gangsta,
I know that the feds
Buildin' the case,
They wanna know who jump out chase
Em
And hit that boy all in
Am
F
Am
his face
F
Thanks
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