Тональность: C minor
Verse 1
Am
F
Em
F
Am
F
Em
F
Em
Am
Oh no,
F
Em
there go them Texas boys banging in a fo' do'
F
Top fell out the drop,
Em
Am
crawling on 84's
F
Think of taking my slab,
Em
baby I don't think so
My heat under my seat,
Am
and I don't love you hoes
F
Em
Living it like a G, but still I gotta lay low
F
Five percent or ten, but still my
Em
Am
screens goin' glow
F
These haters be in my mix,
Em
and these boppers be on my dick
F
Every time I come round the corner
Verse 2
Am
I'm from the land of opportunity,
But haters in my mix,
Am
F
got me paranoid and disgust
Am
I'm scoping out my side mirrors,
F
when my car's in park
F
and my slab is fresh meat to these sharks
Am
Boys thinking I been drinking,
Em
But I got seventeen surprises,
F
tucked inside of my coat
Am
See me strut through the parking lot,
Em
It's a must I make all haters,
eat my dust
F
Am
Them jump- out boys,
F
waiting trying to catch me slipping
Em
I ain't tripping,
F
grain ain't the only thing that I'm gripping
Am
Boys jacking with these tow trucks,
Em
But take a trip to South Lee,
F
and end up in a ditch
Am
They got my purple people eater once,
Em
I bought a Range Rover cash,
Am
and a new set of fronts
I've been on feet for months,
F
I'm taking haters to lunch
Em
Paul Wall and Trae, hit
em with that one- two punch
Verse 3
Am
no, there go them Texas
F
Em
boys banging in a fo' do'
F
Top fell out the drop,
Em
Am
crawling on 84's
F
Think of taking my slab,
Em
baby I don't think so
My heat under my seat,
Am
and I don't love you hoes
F
Em
Living it like a G, but still I gotta lay low
F
Five percent or ten, but still my
Em
Am
screens goin' glow
F
These haters be in my mix,
Em
and these boppers be on my dick
Every time I come round the corner
Verse 4
Am
my slab
I'm fin to beat they back
F
off, like I was legs
Em
Sitting low and tinted on chrome,
F
gangstafied till I'm finished
Am
I'm bout to diminish these haters,
F
when my trunk start waving
Em
Blue over gray, side of my drop with
F
six T.V.'s I'm displaying
Am
They hate that I'm shining,
F
with the fifth wheel falling flying down the block
Am
But if one of these haters, wanna jack me
F
Slugs goin' be flying, out the glock
Am
I click for no reason,
F
this season my slab is staining they brain
Em
And I be known for getting reckless in Texas,
F
Am
gripping on grain
Forever be pimping,
F
84 tipping all through the South
Am
Grilling boppers all through my tint,
F
with diamonds all in my mouth
Am
They all in my mouth,
F
looking stupid when I burn right past em
Em
'Cause some of these broads be living
F
shife, and setting up for the jacking
Am
But not today, 'cause Trae goin' be
F
flipping on top of his game
Em
We guerillas I'm mobbing with, ain't no
Am
When I'm in my fo' do' solo,
F
the slab is bound to get tossed
Am
And if you trying to be competition,
F
then you bound to be getting lost
Verse 5
Am
Oh no, there go them Texas
F
Em
boys banging in a fo' do'
F
Top fell out the drop,
Em
Am
crawling on 84's
F
Think of taking my slab,
Em
baby I don't think so
My heat under my seat,
Am
and I don't love you hoes
F
Living it like a G, but still I gotta lay low
Em
F
Five percent or ten, but still my
Em
Am
screens goin' glow
F
These haters be in my mix,
Em
and these boppers be on my dick
D
Am
Every time I come round the corner
Verse 6
Am
F
Am
F
Em
for the team, when the
F
Am
fo' do' be coming round the corner
F
Em
These haters are goners,
F
Am
F
Em
F
'cause I'ma drop the top when I wanna
Am
I know these jackers,
F
Em
F
Am
F
better think before they reach out and touch
Am
F
'Cause in back of the car is the Excursion,
Am
F
full of thugs that'll punch
Am
F
Am
I know they wanted to get me,
F
but they don't know what I'm bringing
Am
F
I pop the trunk and swing the block, while
Em
jamming Slow Loud And Bangin'
F
Em
Trae and Paul Wall on a mission,
Am
and ain't no stopping it man
F
Em
With my hand on my heat in my seat,
Am
and the other on grain
F
Mo' money mo' problems man,
Verse 7
Em
F
Em
the legend is true
Am
F
Em
You better stay up on your toes,
Am
Em
F
Am
Em
when you
Am
F
I'm rolling strapped, everywhere I go
Em
F
I'm watching my back
Am
'Cause on my block,
F
Em
them jackers don't give a damn if I rap
F
Am
People see me being friendly,
F
Em
and they think that I'm soft
F
But the truth is, my best
Am
friend is a sawed off
F
Am
Em
F
These haters in my mix,
Am
F
Am
Em
F
Am
F
Am
F
got
Am
me losing composure
F
Em
But if they take one step closer,
F
Em
it ain't gon be kosher naw
Verse 8
Am
Oh no, there go them Texas
F
Em
boys banging in a fo' do'
F
Top fell out the drop,
Em
Am
crawling on 84's
F
Think of taking my slab,
baby I don't think so
Em
My heat under my seat,
Am
and I don't love you hoes
F
Em
Living it like a G, but still I gotta lay low
F
Five percent or ten, but still my
Em
Am
screens goin' glow
F
These haters be in my mix,
and these boppers be on my dick
Em
Every time I come round the corner
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