Тональность: C major•
Verse 1
F
E
Yeah
C
Yeah
Verse 2
Yeah, yeah yeah
F
Pack came in, dope showed up
Word gettin' out, phone blowin' up
E
Loose lips will get your mouth sewn up
Count fucked up, house blown up
C
Count fucked up, house blown up
Verse 3
C
Fuckin' with me and my niggas we fed up,
yeah
Nigga fuckin' with me it's a man down
Verse 4
F
Lord I promise I been tryin'
to change my ways
E
Seems like the money and
the bitches in my way
C
I lost my mind so for my enemies
I pray (you know I pray)
I look the police in their face,
say crime pays (crime pays)
whip that yay (yeah)
Verse 5
F
Fuckin' with me and my niggas,
Em
Fuckin' with me and my niggas
E
C
it's man down
So much dope in the trunk
but when I hit the city I ran out
So much dope in the trunk
but when I hit the city I ran out
Verse 6
C
F
Got a cocaine wrist
Never spend a dollar on a broke,
lame bitch
E
Pocket full of bands,
they my motherfuckin' friends 'til the end
'Cause these niggas and
these hoes ain't shit
Say good Lord
Verse 7
a cocaine wrist
Never spend a dollar on a broke,
lame bitch
Pocket full of bands,
they my motherfuckin' friends 'til the end
'Cause these niggas and
these hoes ain't shit
Verse 8
F
Lord I promise I been tryin'
to change my ways
C
E
Seems like the money and
C
the bitches in my way
I lost my mind so for my enemies
I pray (you know I pray)
I look the police in their face,
say crime pays
Verse 9
C
F
Somebody wanna go to war with me,
to war with me
C
E
I got choppers in the car with me,
You don't want to go to war
with me, to war with me
I got choppers in the car with me,
Verse 10
the squad with me
C
F
Bitch I'm smokin' on that
Schwarzenegger, that terminator
E
I put meat and potatoes on tables,
from flippin' yayo
C
My amigo got fifty- three acres, a regulator
Got big nuts, I say fuck the world I might,
impregnate her
F
I'm a shark with the fork and the pot,
the calculator
Don't get popped with the
Don't try my paper
I spray niggas,
C
straight 'til they can bless up
Black activator
My amigo got fifty- three acres,
a regulator
F
Drivin' up lets get this paper,
get this paper
Verse 11
F
Fuckin' with me and my niggas,
Em
Fuckin' with me and my
E
C
niggas it's man down
Bitch I'm back on that dope
Boy I'm Codeine and Molly and Xan'd out
(boy I'm Xan'd out)
I relapse on that dope,
boy I'm Codeine and Molly and Xan'd out
Verse 12
F
With a cocaine wrist
Never spend a dollar on a broke,
lame bitch
E
Pocket full of bands, they my motherfuckin'
friends 'til the end
'Cause these niggas
and these hoes ain't shit
Verse 13
Say good Lord
Never spend a dollar
on a broke, lame bitch
Pocket full of bands, they my motherfuckin'
friends 'til the end
'Cause these niggas
and these hoes ain't shit
Say good Lord
Verse 14
F
Lord I promise I been tryin'
to change my ways
C
Seems like the money
and the bitches in my way
I lost my mind so for my enemies I
pray (you know I pray)
I look the police in their
face, say crime pays
Verse 15
to war
with me, to war with me
E
I got choppers in the car with me,
You don't want to go to war
with me, to war with me
I got choppers in the car with me,
the squad with me
Verse 16
F
(They don't wanna go to) (Fuckin' with
me and my niggas,
we fed up)
Verse 17
E
C
(Fuckin' with me and my
Outro 1
niggas, we fed up)
C
F
E
C
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