Tonalité : D minor•
Verse 1
Dm
What happened to that dude, what
Gm
happened to that dude
Dm
Gm
What happened to that dude
Dm
He was bumping,
so I slapped a patch up out that dude
F
What happened to that
Verse 2
Gm
dude,
Bb
Dm
what happened to that dude
C
F
What happened to that dude
Gm
He was bumping,
so I slapped a patch up out that dude
Verse 3
Dm
Y'all fellas, know what happened
F
Gm
Dm
Gm
Bb
to that dude
Dm
C
F
Gm
He ran up in my face, and he ruined my mood
I couldn't let it slide,
I couldn't let it go
Dm
Couldn't let a motherfucker,
Gm
play me for a hoe
Pulled out my 4- 4, and I just bust
Dm
Bb
Nan nigga nan bitch,
Dm
will I ever trust
C
F
Unless it's my people, unless it's my kin
Gm
I don't love shit, but my
F
people and my ends
Gm
Put my ends in my safe, in a safe place
Dm
I break a bone, in your motherfucking face
F
Dm
Gm
Dm
If you think I tell a story,
if you think I'm lying
F
Bb
Dm
Pull out my iron,
C
and I commits to find
F
Gm
Have a nigga falling, off of his game
If I hit a head shot,
F
Bb
Gm
Dm
that's the end of his brain
C
Dm
Simple and plain, ain't it
Gm
This tool, will leave a nigga
Dm
Bb
wig painted
Know what I'm saying,
Dm
I couldn't be playing
Gm
Dm
I sit on top of the roof,
and start spraying
Gm
Dm
At a nigga head, leave a nigga dead
Leave him bruised and red
Bb
Dm
We don't give a fuck mayn, that's a clap
Am
I put a motherfucking, clip in my strap
F
Gm
Dm
Bust at your back, bust at your front
Gm
F
Gm
Dm
Then I go to the house, roll up a blunt
F
Gm
That's how I do it,
don't fuck with fluid
Bb
Dm
C
F
Gm
But I'ma be fluent like fluid,
and I knew it
Dm
Em
One day, I get a platinum
F
Gm
F
Dm
F
Am
Bb
Dm
plack
C
If you running up, you better
F
Gm
back on back cause
Verse 4
Gm
Am
Bb
Gm
Dm
Am
Dm
Gm
What
happened to that dude,
what happened to that dude
Dm
Am
Dm
What happened to that dude
Gm
It's your boy Z- Ro,
Dm
and I'm way too rude
C
F
I had to
Verse 5
Gm
Bb
do it like that,
Dm
and like this
Am
Had to break a bone,
F
Gm
Dm
and make a motherfucking wish
I did it like this, and I did it like that
A nursery rhyme,
F
Gm
and still broke a bitch back
Like that, like this
Dm
Bb
Hit it from the back, and don't quit
Dm
Bitch fuck you hoe, I'm all
about my dough
C
F
Standing on the corner,
Gm
with my chrome 4- 4
Maybe 4- 5, maybe twelve gauge
Dm
Trying my best,
C
F
Gm
just to make the front page
Bb
Dm
Am
Put a homicide, on worldwide news
F
If a nigga chase me, I'll give
Gm
Dm
him the blues
F
Pull out my motherfucking,
Dm
Gm
power pellet
Dm
Roll up the doja, and I start
to inhale it
F
Gm
Now I'm feeling fine, I'm really feeling fine
Dm
I dropped me a eight,
F
Gm
Dm
in a thunderberg wine
Gm
Bb
Dm
Got a nigga feeling like, I lost my dog
C
F
Gm
Jump in my bitch, and I boss my hog
I hit the streets,
Dm
the streets hit me back
I checked my pager, it was time to attack
F
The motherfucking dope fiends,
Gm
time to get money
I want my bread, I want my honey
Dm
Bb
Dm
I want my streets of gold,
C
for I can walk on
F
Gm
And a platinum walkie talkie, I can talk on
Man, I'm feeling way too heavy
Dm
Gm
Dm
Bb
A monster, so can't nothing scare me
I'm unscareable, it's unbearable
Dm
Man, when you hear me it's terrible
Cause I be beating,
on your motherfucking nerve and
F
Might be in the Bourbon,
Gm
or Excursion
It don't matter,
Dm
Bb
Dm
cause I'm riding high
Leaning to the side,
Gm
when I'm sliding by
Dm
Bb
Gm
All in your face nigga, slapping
Dm
Out the motherfucking taste nigga
Gm
That's how it go, never been a hoe
Dm
Try to take what's mine,
Bb
Dm
and get a mouth full of flow
Verse 6
Yeah, oh yeah, I'm feeling that
C
F
Dm
Gm
Shit, boys get the shit slapped
out
Dm
Your motherfucking ass, what 3- 2 say
Bb
Gm
Dm
Yeah man, you bootleggers,
we got all kind
Of bootleggers out here though,
Gm
you know I'm saying
Dm
Bb
We gotta put a slap into them dudes
Dm
F
Dm
Gm
You know I'm saying, these
niggas that sue boys
F
For 150,000, like that's hurting
my highsing
Gm
Dm
Nigga I'm still rising,
while you coniving
You ain't shining,
F
Gm
Dm
but bitch I shine like a light
F
Gm
All day all night, whether gun
Dm
F
Gm
Dm
fight or
fist fight
Gm
Bb
Dm
Get the Roley on your
F
Gm
Dm
Gm
wrist right, bitch
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AccordeurE A D G B E
AccordsDm Gm F Bb C...
Dm
Gm
F
Bb
C
Am
Em
Capo: 5
Transposer: 0
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