Tonalité : B major
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Real nigga, you can see it
when you look into my eyes
Hammers on deck, game shit to get live
Full -time trapper, sellin' P for thirty -five
Arm and hammer on the stove
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like I work at Five Guys
C
I'm stupid, slow your roll
unless you really down to die
Lawyers on deck,
gave me shit to post -bond
Pat Jets, land offender,
bustin' down his guns
Young gangsta -ass nigga,
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bitch, I got it out the mud
C
In the rentals with the business in my city,
tryna jump
Took a trip out of town,
came back with a blunt
Pat Jets, land offender,
fucked the city up
I'm a fool with that rich game,
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I'm fuckin' it up
C
I ride with that stick, bitch,
you know I pull up
Been locked since the J -hole,
you know I turn up
PT's of that lane, got a four in my cup
If the money ain't right,
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C
I'm not servin' you none
I'm not servin' you nothin'
Go hard for that check,
work my wrist till it's done
On deck with that lot, that 250 a skun
I'm slippin' through traffic,
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one hand on my gun
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Fuck these bitches,
I want me some money
Had to be patient,
I came up for nothin'
Scored on some chain
when it caught me a onion
Bust that bitch down,
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sold the ground for a hunnid
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Iced out my grill, all I talk is the money
These bitches ain't loyal,
these hoes ain't bout nothin'
Chasin' the check,
got my truck doin' a hunnid
That muthafucka mean, man,
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that muthafucka junk
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Versace in my belt, that bitch call me 900
Hold out the porch and got
straight to the money
Stack up a hundred and fuck
up the summer
Nickname a 40, I call that bitch stunner
That's how you gon' hear
when that motherfucker bumpin'
Man, these niggas be stuntin'
Talk about the trap,
but I ain't been in the jungle
Rappin' that life,
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but I ain't really bout nothin'
I'm whippin' that blood
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when the pot got it bubblin'
On blood, bitch, I really be jugglin'
They say the streets
fucked up, it's ugly
Blood drop the price,
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got my track goin' diamond
C
Real nigga, you can see it
when you look into my eyes
Hammers on deck, ain't shit to get lied
Full -time trapper, sell a V for 35
Arm and hammer on the stove
D
like I work at Five Guys
C
I'm stupid, slow your roll,
let you bail it down and die
Lawyers on deck,
gave you shit to postpone
Packed jets, land it,
finna bust it down the sky
Young gangsta had a n***a,
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bitch, I got it out the mud
C
We in the rentals with them
pizzas in my city tryna do
Took a trip out of town,
came back with a plug
Packed jets, land it,
finna fuck the city up
I'm a fool with that rich game,
I'm fuckin' it up
I ride with that stick, bitch,
you know I pull up
Been locked since the J -hole,
you know I turn up
PTs of that lane, got a four in my cup
If the money ain't right,
D
C
I'm not servin' you none
I'm not servin' you none
Fuck that fuck, n***a,
my sir, you a dummy
They'll take that bitch up,
wrap it up like a mummy
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Radio niggas, I'm takin' your money
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Cash out with the plug,
now my trap doin' numbers
Blessin' my skulls,
duck the size of a button
Hot boy like young turd,
bitch, I'm young and I'm thuckin'
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Got Xans, I got purse in my city,
they love me
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Pour out the seal, I be gone,
all that money
Rewrite that word, let it sit till the morning
All that shit gone by the
time you were yawnin'
I get wrapped, that's off,
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C
it be white like some shawty
It be white like some shawty
Three in the a .m., I'm up
with the zombies
Trashy lil' nigga got rich off the junkies
I fucked up my wrist,
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bust a pot in the water
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Came up from shit,
now it's racks in my garments
Got bank, I got bank
like mechanics and farmers
Stride up like Rambo,
in and out the jungle
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Keep me a cannon,
whip me like I'm drama
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Juke in the snow,
sit it hot like the summer
Trap out of town, get my money in bundles
Got blow, I got pounds of the
stick in that bubble
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Rounds all on rounds
while you fuck niggas lurkin'
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Real nigga, you can see it
when you look into my eyes
Hammers on deck, game shit to get live
Full -time trapper, sellin' P for 35
Arm and hammer on the stove
D
like I work at Five Guys
C
Don't stupid, slow your roll
unless you really down to die
Lawyers on deck,
game shit to post bond
Packed jets, land defender,
busted down his guns
Young gas head, nigga, bitch,
D
I got it out the mud
C
In them rentals with them pimps
that's in my city tryna jump
Took a trip out of town,
came back with a plug
Packed jets, land defender,
fucked the city up
I'm a fool with that wrist game,
D
I'm fuckin' it up
C
I ride with that stick,
bitch, you know I pull up
Been locked since the G,
hoe, you know I turn up
PTs of that land got a four in my cup
If the money ain't right,
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C
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I'm not servin' you none
You
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