Тональность: C major•
Verse 1
C
Go
Fm
C
Fm
One, two, Gucci's coming
Three, four, better lock your
door (better lock your)
F
C
Five, six, he'll take yo'
bitch (he'll take yo' shit)
Seven, eight, better stay awake
(better stay up late)
Nine, ten,
he's back again (back again)
he escaped from hell (huh)
F
C
Eleven, twelve,
Cm
he escaped from hell
Verse 2
Cm
"Gucci Mane got long money,"
that's what these bitches say
"And I'ma pay his bond money",
C
that's where my shooter spray (grrra)
Cm
My jit went on the run for me
C
We ain't related but I feel just like
Cm
they sons to me (wow)
C
Cm
'Cause on my birthday every year,
they buy two guns for me (baow)
I did the math, they down to sell two
metric tons for me (huh?)
Verse 3
Cm
Another product of the slum
just like me homie
Don't play with me because
you know I got a whole army
We in Miami, deep with heat,
Eb
C
don't get put on a poster
Eb
C
I keep two shooters on the wing,
I feel like Eric Spoelstra
Cm
I got the drop, I know where all
my opps be playing poker
C
Cm
My section full of rich- head junkies who
C
Cm
C
hate be ing sober (sober)
Eb
Fm
One, two,
Verse 4
F
Gucci's coming
Three, four, better lock your
F
door (better lock your)
C
F
C
Five, six, he'll take yo' bitch
(he'll take yo' shit)
Seven, eight, better stay awake
Cm
(better stay up late)
Nine, ten,
C
he's back again (back again)
he escaped from hell (huh)
F
C
Eleven, twelve,
Cm
he escaped from hell (go)
Verse 5
Cm
My car cost so much, the police
don't even pull me over (huh)
I don't sign artists no more,
C
Cm
I recruit soldiers (whoa)
My money done stacked up so tall my
C
Cm
C
shit done flipped over (well damn)
Eb
C
Cm
If it don't jump the first time,
that shit gettin' whipped over (skrrt)
Come in my traphouse, need a mask
'cause of the dope odor
Just sold a brick, not all at once,
four plays for four quarters (sold)
Come in my traphouse, need a mask
C
Cm
'cause of the stank odor
C
Cm
It ain't no way you snaking me
C
'cause I keep king cobras
Verse 6
F
One, two, Gucci's coming
C
Three, four, better lock your
Cm
F
door (better lock your)
C
Five, six, he'll take yo' bitch
F
(he'll take yo' shit)
C
Seven, eight, better stay awake
(better stay up late)
E
E
Nine, ten, he's back again (backagain)
F
Cm
he escaped from hell (huh)
Eleven, twelve, he escaped from hell
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