Tonalité : B major
Verse 1
Cm
G
Cm
I just, I just woke up I
just popped a
Percocet, feel like
Jack
Chan
Like how the fuck you say you droppin'
tens and you ain't droppin' shit?
G
Cm
I just threw a
Perky back, I feel like
Jack
Chan
I'm sick of niggas pickin' on a
ten and they ain't stack ten
Hold up your slitchy in the air
if you gon' bust big
The last time I left,
what an asshole for sayin' fuck ten
G
Bitch, I dropped a five and nigga,
fuck fifth
Cm
Ain't finna speak on what's his name,
G
go pick him up,
Cm
I see these niggas pickin'
G
Cm
G
signs and clickin' up, bitch
Cm
I'm the type to show a n***a something,
G
think he tough, bitch
D
An d with my favorite eye,
bitch, I make her suck dick
I slipped a
Rollie on her arm, she had to cut rips
My n***a fucked a
Burnham, bitch, and took a rough piss
I'd rather fuck a rubber zone,
cause n***a fuck kids
I ain't the hardest act to shit,
then who the fuck is?
I think I'm finna find a vacant
house and move the fuck in
Bitch, quit staring at me before I bust blitz
I lost my high, was trippin' in the mall,
I feel like fucked with it
I'm coolin' with my young foxy
on some rough shit
And if you pillow -talkin' to a ho,
then you a punk bitch
Right now I'm off like three shots,
I'm on some drunk shit
Bitch, I was talkin' to myself,
now let me punch in
Cm
G
These niggas said they robbin' who,
Cm
G
they ain't gon' rob shit
Cm
I know you heard about how I shoot,
bro, I do not miss
Don't wanna speak on niggas dead,
G
but we done dropped six
Cm
Now, nigga, keep that in your
G
head before you drop ten
Cm
I know some steppers over
East are really locked in
But bitch, I know some niggas on the
North that really bomb shit
Nigga, my title say my name,
you and your mom shit
I wonder how your dukes felt
when you got boxed in
I'm finna take my rap check
D
and go and cop pins
Cm
I'm sick of niggas that can plug
in and they ain't got shit
This nigga up in petty paper,
G
I really robbed shit
Cm
I told bro to keep his chain
tough or he get robbed with it
And I ain't never punched a clock,
you more a job nigga
While you was cooking niggas food,
I'm on a block flippin'
Cm
I went to school clutching a gun,
I had a
Glock pistol
Cm
Niggas funny, feel like aunties,
look like my mom's sister
Cm
I beat and broke yo lil'
Joe and fed you, yep
I beat and broke yo lil'
Joe and fed you popsicles
Told bro that I pray to a
God, but I am not
Christian
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