Tonalité : G# minor
Intro 1
Em
D
Em
D
B
Em
D
F#dim
D
Bm
Em
D
F#dim
D
B
Em
Verse 1
D
I stay rippin' n***a tracks out hotter than wax, y 'all
Bm
Em
So tell me why you act so,
Am
yo I max cause I make a n***a black
D
So it's time to relax, yo,
Em
until you all collapse, so
Fuck it, it's hardly that,
F#dim
the guard is gettin' tired
D
You don't wanna say that,
B
Em
could catch a cardiac relapse, nigga
Why?
The guard is back,
Am
D
so you don't want nothin' no matter how you react
Em
Blows you black and blue,
you frontin' your back
Choose whatever the route
D
that you choose
Wounds so horrendous,
Em
forensic to get the analyzer to bruise
Blows be never comin' singular,
Am
they comin' in twos
B
My crew be startin' to ruckus
Em
once I get in the cues
The blast from the triggers,
D
they're the best from all of my dudes
B
Me the shit that make you niggas
Em
run up outta your shoes
We make you back down,
D
havin' the facts down
Am
Em
With all the noise we be makin',
you could even see the shit on the news
Burnt out,
Am
so you don't know nothin' about it
D
Uh -uh -uh -uh -uh -uh -uh
Em
Turn me up some
Yo, the heat from off the street'll
Am
burn you up some
Em
Yo, this shit,
B
Em
I'm sure the spit'll hurt you up some
I'm sayin',
but you don't know nothin' about it
D
Uh -uh -uh -uh -uh -uh -uh
Em
Turn me up some
Yo, now drink a fifth of ya,
Am
I can hurl it up some
Em
Yo, just bang it in the truck
and turn it up some
I'm sayin',
D
now watch me get a nigga fast
Like them bitches with no ass,
B
Em
you corny niggas low class
Yo, I be flash on em, then
I go and smash
B
Couple hoes and then splash on em,
Em
flickin' a little ash on em
From the blunt we smokin',
D
keep a chick chokin'
Got em open with flows, I suppose
Em
And make em soak in they clothes
Keep this shit to make em sniff
Am
and make em open they nose
D
Got em fucked up,
Em
stuck just like they strikin' a pose
Yo, we gainin' weight, nah,
Am
Em
it's just my pockets that swole
From keepin' niggas while
I'm while they drivin'
Smackin' the pole, a one, two, yeah
B
See, perhaps while I hold me a stack
Em
Hatin' niggas block, holdin' me back
Yo, you fool niggas plottin'
against the god
Am
D
Best be holdin' a strap
Bm
Cause how we comin' through,
Em
you know it's a wrap
Move with the crew of guerrilla dudes,
Am
you know when to clap
Em
I'll blow some shit from off of the
earth for the face of the map
Yo, so take that
D
Once we give it to you, ain't
no fakin' a jack
Bm
It's funny how you find
Em
your face in a trap
Little bitch nigga frontin'
D
like he ready to scrap
B
You better off actin' pussy,
Em
tryna give me a dab
Am
Stayin' focused on fulfillin' a dream
The way we spark up and
D
B
spit a fire to flame
Em
Probably killin' your team
Am
Fuckin' scenario of helicopters
F#dim
Em
Turnin' this shit up ,
if you and your peoples ain't hearin' me proper
I'm sayin', you don't know
Am
Em
nothin' about it
Turn me up some
Yo, the heat from off the street'll
Am
burn you up some
Em
B
Yo, this shit I'm sure to spit'll
Em
hurt you up some
I'm sayin',
but you don't know nothin' about it
Turn me up some
Yo, now drink a fifth of yak
Am
and hurl it up some
Em
Yo, just bang it in the truck
and turn it up some
I'm sayin',
Am
but y 'all know nothin' about it
F#dim
D
Yo, the
B
Em
God level peak on ten
Engaging with the gin,
Am
B
I play to win while y 'all get blown in the wind
Em
Fuck them friends that
claim how close they be
D
I got toast with me and that's
B
how it's supposed to be
Em
Trust you, I think not
D
Twisting the black pot,
Am
I rep for have -nots
Em
Momentum can't stop,
L -U -M -I
Captain of the barge,
D
Bill with guards
B
My fan base globe was large
Em
Bust a bust
Illuminati, snoring your party
Am
Trying to have a good time,
Em
but niggas is rowdy
Came to do the track,
cut the check and I'm outtie
D
B
Inhalin' that pH from 49th and
Lowry
Em
Write this down in your diary
D
This a classic move,
I'm passin' dudes
B
Em
Words, so turn me up some
Uh -huh, and
Am
God need a lot of that lump sum, huh?
B
Em
Quick, fast, and dump some, huh?
D
But y 'all know nothin' about it, words
Em
Turn me up some, yo
The heat from off the street'll
Am
burn you up some
Em
Yo, this shit,
B
Em
I'm sure the spit'll hurt you up some
I'm sayin',
but you don't know nothin' about it
Turn me up some
Yo, now drink a
Am
Fifa, yeah, I can earl it up some
Yo, just bang it in the truck
Em
and turn it up some
Outro 1
I'm saying
D
Bm
Em
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