Тональность: C minor
Verse 1
A
F
A
Monsta's gon' tear it up
Am
F
A
Am
F
A
Am
F
Am
Feel me
A
Nawf side shit nigga,
F
Am
you know what I mean
Y'all thought this shit was over or somethin',
A
F
Am
F
A
you know what I mean, this shit ain't over nigga
Verse 2
F
A
Dm
A
Am
Chanel and Dolce Gabbana
F
I bought that shit for my mama
A
F
Am
I stood right in front of your honor,
huh
A
F
A
When I got home, ran up commas
Dm
F
Ooh, Cartiers on look like Arthur, uh
Am
Dm
F
Bitch I'm your daddy, your father
A
Who that be talkin' 'bout drama
Am
Bitch on my mama we gon
F
na solve 'em
A
I'm with Mango Foo hangin'
out of the roof
Chasin' the loot, nev
Am
Bb
er caught in the loop
F
Am
Sick with the flute, cook
F
Am
a brick in the booth
A
F
In the Mulsanne and my seat
the masseuse
Dm
Throw the bitch off of the back,
Am
it's an oop
F
She wanna fuck the whole group
A
F
Am
But I can't cuff her, no shackles on you
A
F
Bb
We fuck and that's all that we do
A
F
Am
Bon ap petit, let's eat
A
F
Ate a plate full of molly,
she geeked
Am
Hachoo, she sneezed
F
Bitch on her knees off the skis
A
F
When I fuck do not call
A
Am
me back please
F
Diamonds all white like the priest
Am
Maison Margiella on sleeves
A
I'm dressin' like I'm Japanese
F
Dm
A
The doors was closed, I kicked it open
F
I had the fire, it was cocked and loaded
A
F
Stand in the kitchen with my eyes wide
Verse 3
Am
open
F
A
Need a gas mask, it's too po tent
F
Your ho like to fuck,
Am
her pussy smoking
F
The street that you walking on,
Am
A
we control it
F
A
Quality Control this shit (control it)
F
Bb
A
Quality Control your bitch
(control her)
You might wanna hold your dis
Am
s (huh?)
F
'Cause nigga we folding shit
Am
Walk in the spot, so many straps
F
Young nigga who pole is this?
Am
F
Am
Now all the hot records I'm on it
F
Young nigga y'all owe me this
Am
F
YRN, throwin' up QC
Am
A
We got trapstars and we
F
on TV (TV)
Am
Fuck on the system,
F
Am
nigga free Meek (free Meek)
F
Carats jumping off the chain,
3D (3D)
Whippin' up bricks in the
teepee (teepee)
Am
Atlanta Braves serve J's
F
on your street
Verse 4
F
Superstar shawty, my newest
bitch super woke
Am
F
Pull out that ho, give
Am
her super throat
Bank account look like
F
a goddamn Uber code
Keep it lowkey but I'm hittin'
Am
you niggas' hoes
F
Free my bro Nino from prison, yeah
Am
F
He hide the crack in the ceiling,
yeah
Quay bought a whip so I gotta
go get one too
We coppin' whips like it's none' to do
F
Pour a four in a Sprite,
not no Mountain Dew
Am
F
We hit these hoes then we switch- a- roo
I done hit everything in the city
Am
Quay done hit everything in the city
A
Am
Take done hit everything in the city
Old fuck niggas hate me,
huh (fuck 'em)
Am
I got the kids on lock, huh
She eatin' kids on spot, huh
I parked the Yacht at the dock
Am
F
Got a new Glock, same color
parking lot (hoo)
A
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