Tonalité : C minor•
Verse 1
Cm
Eb
Cm
Savage life shit right here, yuh,
look, all way concrete, yuh
Straight to the point, straight to the point,
Eb
let's get it, look, come on
Cm
Eb
Cm
Eb
Bitch ass nigga tellin' folks what he
gon' do when he see me
Cm
Nigga I don't even know what
Eb
all this fake ass beefin'
Gm
Cm
That perpetratin' ass bootin'
Gm
Eb
for some fake ass reason
Cm
Eb
I don't know but all I know is you better
shoot when you see me
Cm
Nineteen since I was twelve I been
Eb
packin' these pieces
Cm
Runnin' wide through the hood and
Eb
back in the woods with the beast
Cm
Thirteen, goin' to school
Eb
in my n***a
Caprice's
Gm
Cm
Gm
He'll fuck the antis and
Eb
I'll fuck the lenises
Cm
High school, all the hoes,
Eb
fresh bows and creases
Cm
Genetics, construction workers,
Eb
I supply the people
Cm
I stay on that street shit
Eb
and I don't lie to people
Cm
I ain't with that rap beef shit cause
Eb
Gm
Eb
I acquire some people
Cm
You probably wanna throw a brick
Eb
and then hide your fingers
Cm
Don't even try it, n***a,
Eb
I'll send a ride to see ya
Cm
Bunch of regular ass n****s,
Eb
no disguise or heels
Cm
Like, yeah, ain't you a boy,
Gm
Eb
but you surprised to see us
Cm
Eb
A bunch of trill niggas comin' for
Cm
your motherfuckin' stomach
Gettin' bloody,
Eb
loadin' tummies, you dig?
Cm
Eb
That ol' red dot, aimin' for your top
Cm
That ol' hot bullet tumblin',
Eb
Cm
hit you back while you runnin'
Walkin' you down like
Eb
it ain't nothin'
Cm
Eb
Close, close, can't miss you, hit you,
Cm
hit you while you strugglin'
Eb
Uh -uh, bitch, this nigga,
Cm
you don't want that
Eb
You don't want that nigga
Cm
Man, these niggas say I'm fakin'
Gm
Eb
And I'm changin' this shit
Cm
I got no pa tience for no hatin'
Gm
Eb
I'm bout' stackin' a bitch
Cm
I don't care who you is, where you from,
Eb
how you come, bitch, I'm gutter
Cm
Gm
I've been lost my mind, bitch,
Eb
I'm beats more, motherfucker
Cm
And I'm tellin' ya, the ambulance,
Eb
Cm
ain't gon' help ya
Gm
I'm heavyweight and you welter,
Cm
so bad ass, I melt ya
This beat is mine, this street is mine
Eb
Cm
This profit off this
D is mine
I make a
Gm
Eb
Cm
BRC second line, rip and shine
Eb
But you don't want that
Cm
When I was 12,
Gm
I stole a chopper from the don key
Eb
Cm
I ain't that little boy you fuck with
Gm
Eb
or that bitch you fell in love with
Gm
Cm
Gm
I'm that nigga with that dub spit who
Eb
you don't wanna fuck with
Cm
Eb
I live that life, I'm paranoid so you
Cm
know I got my steel at night
Be with me,
Eb
God, when I'm rollin'
Cm
through them red lights
Eb
Gm
Cm
Keep my head tight, and when I take a journey,
Gm
make sure I be led right
Eb
Wait a minute,
Cm
let me get off in that shit real quick
Eb
Cm
Who the fuck don't feel it?
Eb
Stand your bitch ass up
Cm
So I can slap you with my dick,
I was baptized to spit
Eb
Cm
I'ma leave here in blood,
Eb
and that's on cat -eye cuz
You don't want that
Cm
Eb
A bunch of trill niggas comin' for
Cm
your motherfuckin' stomach
Eb
Cm
Gettin' blood in those tummies,
you dead
You don't want that
That ol' red dot aiming for your top
That ol' hot bullet tumbling,
Eb
Cm
hit you back while you're running
You don't want that
Eb
Walking you down like it ain't nothing
Cm
Close, close, can't miss you
Eb
Hit you, hit you while you're struggling
Cm
You don't want that
Eb
Nah -ah, bitch ass nigga
Cm
You don't want that
Eb
You don't want that
Cm
See big head, rock black
Eb
With the gag cock back
Gm
Cm
And the fat rock sack
Eb
Bout to shake the block back
Cm
Try to hate us, stop that
Eb
Then you get and pop that
Cm
Mercedes make the
Maybach
Gm
Eb
And I gotta cop that
Cm
So be cool, lay back
Gm
Eb
Cm
Nigga, hold your grudge, hold your nuts
Hold your breath,
Eb
but big head won't budge
Gm
Cm
Eb
On bright street with a tech like,
fuck the judge
Cm
Hit your set,
Gm
Eb
leave it wet like the crimson blood
Cm
I shoot shit with certain niggas,
Gm
Eb
but I ain't friendly
Cm
And they're soft and murky niggas,
Eb
so it's just semi
Cm
They out here smoking weed and popping
Eb
and it's getting them skinny
Cm
You can clown if you want,
Eb
then I'm sounding the semi
Cm
All around me in the club
Eb
when I'm down in the
Henny
Cm
You wasn't around me when
Eb
Santa didn't come down to
Jimmy
Cm
If you looking for some beef,
Eb
you done found you plenty
Cm
And them niggas off my street,
Gm
Eb
they a clown for penancin'
Cm
You don't want
Eb
A bunch of trill niggas comin' for your
Cm
motherfuckin' stomach
Eb
Gettin' bloody, loadin' tummies,
you're dead
Cm
You don't want
Eb
That old red dot, aimin' for your top
Cm
That old hot bullet tumblin',
Eb
hit you back while you're runnin'
Cm
You don't want that
Walkin' you down like
Eb
it ain't nothin'
Cm
Eb
Close, close, can't miss you, hit you,
hit you while you struggle
Cm
You don't want that
Eb
Uh -uh, bitch, this nigga,
Cm
you don't want that
Eb
Cm
Eb
Cm
Eb
Cm
Eb
Cm
You don't want that, nigga
Eb
Cm
Eb
Cm
Eb
Cm
Eb
Cm
Gm
Eb
Cm
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