Tonalité : C# minor
Verse 1
C#m
You don't know what
it took
(IRoccOnTheBeat)
You fucked Boona and Wuk
F#
G#
(Nile, I hear you)
A
(You made this shit,
G#
E
A
C#m
Pharaoh)
Verse 2
How she actin' funny, I bought her her titties?
C#m
Niggas she be fuckin' ain't
none of my business
A
Uppin' my pole,
C#m
that's a part of my fit ness
E
Don't matter where I'm at,
A
bitch, I'm known for the trenches
We the first niggas put
drums in the city
We robbed the niggas,
put drugs in the city
Fuck where you from 'cause I
know that you with it
Check on his ass,
G#
A
I'ma handle my business
Trust you with nothin',
C#m
fuck you more than once
A
And you gotta be a killer
C#m
just to hang with us
If you talkin' 'bout murders
then I'm hangin' up
Run up on 'em,
A
baow, ain't no one- on- one
I got the money,
so who I'm runnin' from?
I got a lawyer that cost a honey bun
Before I buy pussy,
I buy a hundred guns
Judge told me nigga died with my gun
C#m
Twenty ten briefs sayin' Ralph Lauren
Died close,
feel like he died in my arms
Reinstated, they denied my bond
D#m
A nig ga play with Smurk, you're
A
not that smart
Sucked it twice, and I'm still not hard
Niggas cry out loud
when they gettin' shot
That nigga worried,
don't stand on my block
G#
Fuck what you heard,
A
I'm the man of my block
Verse 3
C#m
Stop playin', bitch, I'm Smurk
Bitch get naked, gotta put on my merch
I got your Uber, I kept my word
D#m
A
She freak, actin' like she a nerd
No shirt when I'm off this Perc'
They slide every time we hurt
Lost bro, I know it hurt
G#
A
We gon' catch him first
Verse 4
A
Yeah, we run the game,
now them boys gotta sit out
After I hit, tell her man,
make her get out
C#m
Hundred mill' comin', I still
ain't gon' chill out
I'm really that,
A
I'ma show 'em how I get down
Hard on a bitch,
man, I shoulda been pimpin'
Hard in these streets,
the majority with me
He can't be serious,
you gotta be kiddin' me
I'm really laughin',
these lil' niggas temptin' me
C#m
I get offended when niggas say,
"Tap in"
I buy the bro'nem Celine just to trap in
I got more clothes in my closet
than Saks Fifth
A
I watched JB make a deuce do a backflip
I know you really don't
know, you just act hip
I done took off for real, now how that feel?
Bro ain't never gon' change,
I know that's real
This one outta here,
straight to the backfield
C#m
I sleep good every night,
now I'm happy
"How you go where you go?"
I'm a trapper for real
"How you know what you
D#m
know?" I adapted for real
We too rich with the feds,
A
we put shit in the mail
My lifestyle expensive,
this shit high as hell
Lil' bro tryna score,
so I gave him a lay up
I gotta go somewhere,
G#
no, I can't lay up
C#m
Bitch, stop playin', you better not tell
Verse 5
Stop playin', bitch, I'm Smurk
Bitch get naked, gotta put on my merch
I got your Uber, I kept my word
D#m
G#
She freak, actin' like she a nerd
A
No shirt when I'm off this Perc'
They slide every time we hurt
Lost bro, I know it hurt
G#
We gon' catch him first
Outro 1
C#m
E
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C#m
A
C#m
F#
G#
A
G#
E
C#m
D#m
A
G#
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