Тональность: G# minor
Verse 1
Em
I pull up in that shit,
Bm
Em
that cost your life and that's on my I'm go ing to get a
Bm
Henny meal and I put that on my ma
Em
I'm blowing up on them
lil' bitches,
Hiroshima on board I'm posing up, I'm blowing big hands,
Bm
Em
I'm feeling ass and I'm on
I told them niggas, stand up,
fuck that bitch, I shoot for the one
And I'm drinkin' neck
and poppin'
Bm
Em
Percocets, it start off my mornin'
Them niggas flexin',
EV cabbin' on it, he can't afford it
I think it's sad, I'm beefin' with some
Bm
Em
niggas that's weighin' they 40's
I keep that
AR -15, nigga,
Bm
and know that man got a 40
And both these
Bm
I'm off the waist with a 40
Em
Bm
Reportin' live from the bank,
reportin' live from a shorty
Em
Bm
Them niggas poppin' big shit,
but really, it ain't important
Em
Bm
Em
What's your traffic like?
Bm
Bitch, I don't go no traffic lights
Em
Bm
They taught me how to stack it right
Em
Bm
My lil' hoe make a stack a night
Em
Bm
Hunnid shot to trap it like
Em
Bm
Turned it to a tragic night
Em
For bread I've been the attic type
Bm
Got plenty in the attic light
Em
Them bitches still ain't actin'
Bm
right I spent your life on her lies
Em
Bm
You think you fuck her better, right?
You wish that you could hear the light
Bitch, I've been that nigga right
Yeah, I'm that nigga right
Em
He hopin' I don't
get a like I promise
I'ma get him right
I count all this money with passion I
swerve in the coupe and do dashes
They went off on me like I'm
Bm
Dashes
Em
Them niggas be actin' like dancers
Them niggas be lookin' for answers
Bm
Em
Bm
Em
They want a real nigga to stab him
You talk bout the clique
and we blammin'
Bm
Em
Them cracka be scared of them hammers
Bm
I'm real as they come on some real shit
Em
Go hard with the lean and the pen shit
I used to break in and go steal shit I'm
charged and I don't got a kill switch
Bm
I won't even give em one lil' bit I
Em
will not abandon this healin' shit
Bm
Em
Bm
I will not end up with a good bitch I
Em
Bm
need me a hoe on the blood shit
We see you lil' niggas be stealin' the slate I'm
thinkin' bout coppin' the mansion off date
Them niggas be mad as a bitch that I'm paid I'm
stackin' them trips and I'm talkin' like late
We pull up, we thuggin' with
Bm
Ks
Don't wanna fuck,
Em
I'm just tryna get face
Send them lil niggas to show
Bm
up to traffic light
Em
Bitch don't go no traffic light
Bm
Em
Bm
They taught me how to stack it right
Em
Bm
My lil' make a stack a night
Em
Hundred shot to traffic light
Bm
Turn it to a tragic night
Em
I put bread up in that attic tight
Bm
Got money in the attic light
Em
Them bitches still ain't actin' right
Bm
I spent your life on hella ice
You think you fuck a bell right?
B
Bm
You wish that you could hit a light
Em
Bm
Bitch I been that nigga right
Track, yeah I'm that nigga right
Em
He hopin' I don't get a light
I promise
Bm
I'ma get him right
Em
Bm
Em
Outro 1
You
Em
Bm
Em
Bm
Em
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