Tonalité : F# minor
Intro 1
C#
F#m
C#
A
F#m
E
Nigga, now
Verse 1
Db
how you gon' fuck
with a player like me?
B
Smokin' Doja weed, keyed with the heat
A
Gbm
Microwave, tryna make a bitch slay
A
And on the microphone
Gbm
Db
I leave a trick in her days
So beef is your boy, spit that shit like this
Keep the studio tacked off Doja miss
A
Gbm
And spit a dose of this P -I
-N -P -I -N -G
A
Gbm
Hundred percent hog shit for
B
my cutties and freaks
Db
So nigga peak game,
let me get up in your brain
And lay some of you fools
on how these soldiers maintain
A
Gbm
And man, it's just that game,
spit up on that
Db
Highest level, up in the ghetto
Gbm
Where niggas strap scrap metal
Db
Fuckin' black fellows, if they come fall
G with Keurup in your blood
Suck a back up off me
Gbm
I'm fuckin' with the thugs
Servin' thugs what they mug on me
And up on the avenue,
up under the trees
Ebdim
Db
So when you see
me on the ADE
Fuckin' with them white
street cliques
Servin' green meat
Gbm
It's just that hog shit all
up in my veins
Tryna feed these fools brain decay
Db
So when you see me on the A .D .E.
Fuckin' with the March 3 clips,
servin' cream meat
A
F#m
It's just that hard shit
all up in my veins
Tryin' to fix you through the spring,
but yeah
Db
Now up under the trees you see G's,
plenty
Some older than 30,
and some younger than 20
A
F#m
But best believe me, I
won't deceive thee
When I say these niggas
blowin' brains up off beanies
C#
And the cream be poppin' daily
So maybe that baby white girl
Can get the Chevy dip with a pearl
A
F#m
Coke white seats with
the brunettes blown
A
F#m
And if the track keep me fat
I'll put them thangs on
C#
415s with the zapco
B
And these bitches steady
E
runnin' with the strap -o
Gbm
We need metal for those
Jealous fellows, you set trip
B
We empty the clip up out them iPhotos
Db
Case closed, you already know
We throw elbows, but Warden will grow
Left 50 shells on the pavement
Gbm
Left MC through like cheese
Fuckin' with the G's up under the trees
Db
So when you see me on the A -B -E
Fuckin' with the Mark Street Clips
servin' creamy
A
F#m
It's just that hog shit all up in my veins
Tryna feed you fools brain with game
C#
So when you see me on the A -B -E
Fuckin' with the Mark Street Clips
servin' creamy
A
F#m
It's just that hog shit all up in my veins
Tryna feed you fools brain with game
C#
I be up under the trees
on the M -A -R -K
As soon as the dark hit,
sick niggas start shit
A
F#m
C#
All up in this ghetto, what a crazy place
F#m
A
F#m
Where motherfuckers blast at a crazy face
C#
But that's the way it goes,
I eat the rules of the game
A
Food, try me, and watch, die, lose, die, teeth
F#m
C#
To the street, or the pavement
A
With cur up in your blood, fool,
F#m
the chopper couldn't save ya
That G behavior,
C#
keep a nigga on his B's and Q's
I fuck with hogs and dogs,
check the fleas and fools
A
Gbm
Nigga, I'm all about my foot,
a fatty fuck a bread natty
Breakin' em down in the town,
Db
mobbin' Chevys
Boat deep, full of mob niggas,
sharp niggas
Open up the brain,
get up out the top, niggas
Gbm
I fuck with thugs,
what they mugs don't mean
Up on the avenue, up under the trees
Db
So when you see me on the ADE
Fuckin' with the Mark Street Clips,
servin' cream meat
Gbm
It's just that hard shit all
up in my veins
F#m
Tryin' to feed you fools brain with game
Db
So when you see me on the ADE
Fuckin' with your Mark Street clips,
serving cream meat
Gbm
It's just that hog shit,
all up in my veins
Tryna fit you fools brain
Db
with game
Outro 1
Gbm
C#
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