Tonalité : A minor•
Verse 1
Am
F
Am
Dm
What, is this bitch fuck
ing with Z- Ro
Am
F
G
Am
Motherfucking Mo City Don bitch
F
Yeah, I know y'all hate the way we
Am
stare at y'all face
Dm
Verse 2
Am
F
G
[Z- Ro]
Am
Rap game phenomenon,
lyrically I drop bombs
F
With feddy up in my palms,
and I show you why I'm the Don
Dm
Z- Ro the soldier, with a chip on my shoulder
Am
F
I get you if I owe you,
G
X your file like Scully and Mulder
Am
Colder with the pen pimping thang,
fuck bringing it to your ass
Me and that boy Den Den, gon
F
bring it to your brain
Dm
Sit back get it together,
Am
take a chill really sit back
F
When I'm on swangas never hear no noise,
G
cause them hoes don't click- clack
Am
I'm thinking thoed about to unload, on
anything that don't mind
F
Slapping patches up out your hair,
better say better somebody to find
Dm
Straight up and down and rap flawn, these
Am
jackers ain't on
F
That's why I skip the slab,
G
and I move straight to foreign
Am
Everybody has collided with The
Screwed Up Click
F
And when I pick up the mic and I go off,
Am
E
they say how he do that shit
Dm
I'm a mic wrecker,
Am
about to checkmate like checkers
F
A pine breasher, with 25 bags
G
of light green on my dresser
Verse 3
Am
Gripping grain,
my screen is gonna fall like rain
Dm
D
Am
Cause I get my- my grind and my- my shine on,
I'm balling
F
G
Am
Crawling in the turning lane,
F
Am
we tipping and we earning mayn
Dm
Am
Cause we get our- our grind and our- our shine on,
F
we hauling
G
[Den Den] Gripping
Verse 4
Am
grain on the feeter, switching
G
lanes with Aaliyah
F
Top down low to the ground,
car looking completed
Dm
Balling hard like Kobe,
put two inches on tobe
Am
E
Pack a seventeen shot,
F
G
hope a nigga don't provoke me
Am
Cars they smoking, with herbal incent
F
Mashing horses flipping tortoise,
candy up like sip
Dm
Beat the toll for a dolla,
Am
as I smash right under
F
On the passenger of me,
G
riding underground under
Am
I ponder in the game,
passing laws gripping grain
F
Screens fall like rain,
leaving puddles and stains
Dm
For my grind be major,
Am
Dm
hit me on two way pager
Am
F
All my tools there's a later,
G
for a safe place hater
Am
So when you see me in them streets,
you best bow down
F
I'm gripping grain causing pain,
hold it down H- Town
Dm
Like a king or a chief,
Am
I'm blowing endo sweets
F
Saving my change pushing my Range,
G
starched up looking sweet
Verse 5
Am
Gripping grain,
my screen is gonna fall like rain
Dm
Am
Cause I get my- my grind and my- my shine on,
I'm balling
F
G
Am
Crawling in the turning lane,
F
Am
we tipping and we earning mayn
Dm
Cause we get our- our grind and
Am
our- our shine on, we hauling
F
G
[Z- Ro]
Verse 6
Am
Twelve inches of dope,
candy coat gon float
F
Got a beach house in Galveston,
Am
with woofers on bump
Dm
And we gon choke on smoke,
and swallow drank as we sail
Am
E
Atlantic Ocean the Pacific,
F
man I'm making my mail
G
Am
From selling yale to record sales,
to fatten our pocket
F
Murdering motherfuckers on wax,
Am
can't nobody can stop it
Dm
With the checks and a black X,
Am
and a rolex make niggas check
F
Got my nose wide open,
G
smelling nothing but plex
Am
I get deep like a dimple,
complicated but simple
From rags to riches on these bitches,
F
Screwed Up medallion with a symbol
Dm
Ain't no mo' chains and pieces,
Am
for my nephews and nieces
E
When the record stores get empty, my
F
ass get money increases
G
Am
You can't walk on my lawn,
better leave my Vipor alone
Got a house in Sweet Water Texas,
Lexus and a pond with a swan
F
Dm
They call me a swanga not a diss, I
broke up on and made her bitch
Am
F
Now affiliated on a candy coated
G
yacht, eating on shrimp fish
Verse 7
Am
Gripping grain,
my screen is gonna fall like rain
Cause I get my- my grind and my-
my shine on, I'm balling
F
Am
Crawling in the turning lane, we
tipping and we earning man
Dm
Cause we get our- our grind and
Am
our- our shine on, we hauling
Verse 8
Straight Profit,
F
taking over and you can't stop it
Cause we get our- our grind and our- our shine on,
G
we balling
Am
Crawling in the turning lane,
F
Am
we tipping and we earning mayn
Dm
Am
Cause we get our- our grind and our- our shine on,
Dm
we hauling
F
G
Verse 9
Am
Gripping grain,
F
Dm
Am
F
G
grind on and my- my shine on
Am
Turning lane
F
Dm
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