Tonalité : D minor•
Intro 1
Gm
Dm
Gm
Dm
Gm
Dm
Verse 1
Dm
I'll be your
motherfuckin' hell if I cheat
Freakin' up on the freaks,
Gm
Dm
clockin' G's with my G's
C
Dm
Hittin' switches on D's, a perfectionist
Bb
Dm
One of a kind in my crack,
Gm
Dm
disrespect me or my crew
So I put my dick on a blast,
I'm the fast lane
I love to live my life without greed,
Gm
smoking hel la pounds of weed
C
When I'm smoking Hennessy,
Dm
bitches and crowds surround me
Bb
Dm
Tryna fuck,
Gm
because I have money and fame
Dm
And have my dick in this game,
two of my homies, I'm
the same
Motherfucker on the same block
Gm
C
Between Normandy and We ston,
where the Chevy's hop
Dm
Bb
With 30 hoes in they ass,
Dm
and all the dealers said they rocks
Gm
You get your life taken away,
C
if you run away from the cops
Dm
Bb
I represent the folk the best side
Dm
Gm
My side where I slide,
C
and my six line produce wild
Dm
The capital doubles the coke,
Bb
Dm
Gm
as I make another toast
C
Dm
If your Chevy ain't hitting enough,
hitting enough,
hitting enough, hitting enough
Then kill gang
C
Dm
If your subs ain't banging enough,
banging enough, banging enough,
banging enough
Then kill gang
From these Southern Cali alleys
to the Rio Grande Valley
Fuck all you haters that hope I do badly
Can't take this from me cause
it's all I see
Hustlin' all day for this currency
Till we make it to the top,
Bb
this shit won't stop
Dm
Gm
So fuck all your haters
C
and them motherfuckin' cops
Dm
I'm still on the strip,
Bb
makin' six -folds dip
Dm
Gm
All day, every day,
C
harbor air, don't trip
Dm
Gm
We swangin' like this,
we be bangin' like this
Dm
Gm
Doin' gangsta shit,
C
got all you Levites pissed
Dm
At what we do, we sportin' Dodger blue
Gm
This is hella fire music, fool,
C
I thought you knew
Dm
Smokin' sticky green weed,
servin' beans what they need
Gm
Dm
Dumpin' on your haters,
hopin' all your bitches bleed
I ain't givin' a fuck,
Bb
cause my heart's full of greed
Dm
Gm
Can't stop what I'm doin'
Dm
cause I'm here to succeed
If your Chevy ain't hittin' enough,
hittin' enough,
hittin' enough, hittin' enough
Then kill gang
C
Dm
If your subs ain't bangin' enough,
bangin' enough,
bangin' enough, bangin' enough
Then kill gang
Gm
Niggas messed around
Dm
Bb
and got clowned and mo' shit
Dm
Nigga the roll call is thick,
now who you gon' get to make hits
Turn like this,
niggas be wheelin' up in the air
Gm
Dm
Till I burn out my right switch,
right bitch?
The night gets a little wild,
so I'ma style my vest
C
I ain't with dippin' in the wild,
fuckin' with death
Dm
Duck in the West, nigga,
Bb
Dm
too busy lovin' the sex
Gm
Quick to snap the chain
Dm
off a motherfuckin' nigga's neck
Bb
Dubbin' a pile of S .S.,
Dm
clubbin' with a pocket full
of uncashed checks
Havin' fun till my guns have to rip
Bb
Dm
the fuckin' hair off a nigga's chest
And make a whole fuckin' club shred,
butt -neck
Bb
Dm
This Rum and Bacardi mixed with Doja,
they made a soldier
Set trip, come from the shoulders,
Bb
Dm
and check a bitch to do what I told her
Gm
Stop running her lips,
Dm
smash her gas and dip
If your Chevy ain't hittin' enough,
hittin' enough,
hittin' enough, hittin' enough
Then kill gang
If your subs ain't bangin' enough,
bangin' enough,
bangin' enough, bangin' enough
Then kill gang
If your Chevy ain't hitting enough, hitting enough,
Dm
hitting enough, hitting enough, then kill gang.
If your subs ain't banging enough,
banging enough,
banging enough, banging enough,
then kill gang.
Bb
Dm
Gang. Gang. Gang.
Dm
Bye
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AccordsGm Dm C Bb
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