Tonalité : E minor•
Verse 1
Am
Em
Am
I still,
Em
Am
Em
C
Am
I still, I still, I still
Em
I still, I still, I still, tote steel
G
Em
I still tote steel, I still tote steel
C
Am
I still, ha
Verse 2
Am
Em
I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel
C
We some southern
Am
OG's, Trill recognize Trill
Em
All my hustlers keep quiet and
my dealers don't slip
C
Am
Money speaks for itself so
we ain't gotta say shit
Em
I still tote steel,
Verse 3
give a fuck how you feel
C
We some southern
Am
OG's, Trill recognize Trill
Em
All my hustlers keep quiet and
my dealers don't slip
C
Am
Money speaks for itself so we
Verse 4
ain't gotta say shit
Am
Em
Am
Bun be is the name, UGK is the click
C
Am
P A T is the city so if you hate,
suck the dick
I'm from the land of the trill,
Em
from the home of the hard
Am
C
Where niggaz don't wait to see ya,
Am
they bring it to your yard
Verse 5
Am
Em
We ain't never been fraud,
Am
we ain't never been lame
So if you wanna get it crackin',
every nigga is game
Em
So we can catch a corner,
Am
Em
or we can catch a square
Am
C
Am
Any place, any time,
I'll be waitin' right there
Verse 6
Am
Em
See I give you a bad one
and shoot you in the spine
Am
But as soon as you hit your back,
my dogs'll eat you alive
Em
All we know is survive,
Am
we ain't taking no ails
So before you play with us,
Verse 7
you best play with yourself
Am
Em
'Cause I'm tired of the tough talk,
Am
Em
tired of the mean mug
Am
C
I'm 'bout ready to give these
Am
fuck niggaz a clean slug
Em
Cock back the hammer on
the goddamn steel
Am
And put a hollow in the middle
of his goddamn breel, fuck it
Em
I still tote steel,
Verse 8
Am
give a fuck how you feel
Em
C
We some southern
Am
OG's, Trill recognize Trill
Em
All my hustlers keep quiet and
Am
my dealers don't slip
Em
C
Am
Money speaks for itself so
we ain't gotta say shit
Em
I still tote steel,
Verse 9
Am
Em
give a fuck how you feel
C
We some southern
Am
OG's, Trill recognize Trill
Em
All my hustlers keep quiet and
my dealers don't slip
C
Am
Money speaks for itself so we
ain't gotta say shit
Verse 10
Am
Talkin' about the carats in my watch,
Em
Am
diamonds in my chain
Who's baddest on the block? What my
status in the game?
The records that I've sold,
Bobby V going gold
Em
Am
C
Am
And all them number one chart
positions that I hold
Em
The money and the wealth,
Verse 11
well, I'll keep it to myself
Am
But I'm always willin' to share
the firepower on the shelf
I'm shiny star spanglin',
Em
Am
Em
Am
ding- a- ling danglin'
C
Luda, the sheet swisha, broke
Am
the record of Wilt Chamberlain
Verse 12
Am
I'm College Park rangerin', Hous
Em
Am
ton, Tex mangerin'
So get down or lay down and see these
middle finger rings
Em
I'm banging in the East, West,
South, all over the map, boy
Am
C
Am
I do it for myself, my daughter,
and all these trap boyz
Em
Lac boyz, candy
Verse 13
and paint,
paper we stack boy
Am
C
But semi- automatic so make
Am
the click get back boy
Click, since I was born,
Em
I've been the shit
Am
C
And money speaks for itself
Am
so I ain't never said, shit
Verse 14
Am
Em
Am
I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel
Em
C
We some southern
Am
OG's, Trill recognize Trill
Em
All my hustlers keep quiet and
Am
my dealers don't slip
Em
C
Am
Money speaks for itself so
Verse 15
we ain't gotta say shit
Am
Em
Am
Em
I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel
C
We some southern
Am
OG's, Trill recognize Trill
Em
All my hustlers keep quiet and
Am
Em
my dealers don't slip
C
Am
Money speaks for itself so we
ain't gotta say shit
Verse 16
Em
Niggaz best to start runnin', hidin',
Am
dodgin', and duckin'
'Cause them trill niggaz comin',
ridin', cockin', and buckin'
Bitch you fucking with a monster,
Em
Am
a beast like no other
The hardest nigga living since my
motherfucking brother
Em
So duck and cover,
Verse 17
duck and roll, hit the deck
Am
C
Am
We comin' for money and your
motherfuckin' respect
Em
But we ain't taking no checks,
money orders or visas
Am
C
Am
Your life is on the line so don't
motherfuckin' tease us
Em
You gonna need Jesus,
Verse 18
Em
to hold you and help ya
C
Cause you fuckin' with me, bitch,
Am
you gonna see helter skelter
Em
That heat gon melt ya,
this steel gon gut ya
Am
You're lame ass nigga,
Verse 19
know ya nolia then fuck ya
Am
Em
Bitch, I stopped giving a damn
when pimp went to the pen
Am
C
So not everyone's associates
Am
and nobody's friends
Em
Just make sure to get my ends
and nobody gets hurt
Am
Before I put somebody's children
under motherfuckin' dirt, fuck it
Em
I still tote steel,
Verse 20
Am
give a fuck how you feel
Em
C
We some southern
Am
OG's, Trill recognize Trill
Em
All my hustlers keep quiet and
Am
my dealers don't slip
Em
C
Am
Money speaks for itself so
we ain't gotta say shit
Em
I still tote steel,
Verse 21
Am
give a fuck how you feel
Em
C
We some southern
Am
OG's, Trill recognize Trill
Em
All my hustlers keep quiet and
Am
Em
my dealers don't slip
C
Am
Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit
Outro 1
Em
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Em
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Em
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Em
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