Тональность: C minor•
Verse 1
Cm
Eb
Huh, Hey shootbaby
I I wish I knew that
You know what I'm sayin'
I wish I knew a lot
Eb
F
Ooh, ooh, huh (Hey Turk,
Sparkheem)
Verse 2
and triggers
I just bought her a wig
Ab
I love what she do when
Bb
she get in that bed
Cm
Rob a nigga, we just shot him instead
Not a family guy,
Eb
but my bitch look like Meg
Cm
Yeah, none of these niggas
don't shoot
Eb
Gm
Bb
I'm droppin' that shit off MW2
Cm
If I get highed up, you
can catch me off goop
Eb
This Drac' got real wood, they call me Groot
Cm
I told you, if this bitch cheat
Eb
I'ma kill her this bitch got a mind of
Bb
It's own like Matilda
Cm
Fuck I look like buying guns
When I build 'em?
Hol', grab the Glock right there
I'ma leave him
Walk down with that
Drac', it's that season
Eb
Bb
Cm
Alvin and the Chipmunks, bitch, I'm Ian
Put the F in the feel like Fajita
Cut ties with a bitch like
Verse 3
Eb
Bb
Cm
Yeah, I wish I knew that this
Drac' 'bout to hit him
Eb
I wish you knew that I
was talkin' to bitches
Cm
Twenty- five in the clip, it's like Christmas
Gm
Bb
He tried to cross me but
Cm
he ain't Christian
I'm a fuck nigga, I'm not for GloRilla
Eb
Bb
Cm
I take all the shit like a picture
I poured a whole six in a pitcher
Gm
Bb
Functional drug addict, I'm addicted
Cm
Give me that Fentanyl, this shit hittin'
Eb
Give me that bitch number, I'ma hit her
Cm
Feelin' like nigga, I'm not a
Gm
Fuck nigga got Veneers
Bb
Cm
We knock out them dentures
Verse 4
Nigga, what's up with all that tippin'?
Cm
None of these niggas not trappin'
Wipe the blood off my shirt
With a Popeyes napkin
Eb
I ain't totin' no ghost,
this manufactured
Could've made a move
with the 40
What happened? Can't
Cm
believe what I made off
A five dollar mattress
I been lookin' for blood like Morbius
Dracula
Eb
Cm
Got purple tips in my gun, look
like lavender
I ain't saving no bitch
Eb
This not Greys Anatomy
Cm
I pulled out the stick,
he like rap battling
Too sharp with the gun
I could shoot out a cavity
My dawg still selling that Scooby
like Daphne
Eb
Put three in his head like a triple- a battery
Cm
I wish you knew how I feel, no hope
Put his head on the fridge
Bb
Like a suicide note that nig
Ain't lettin' no stick go
Her head was so good that I
Came in like six strokes glock 7
11, get killed for a big gulp
Look up to Ted Bundy,
Bb
they call me a sicko
Cm
Yeah, let's see who spinnin' this
Shit like a disco
Let's see who make
Eb
niggas duck like limbo
Ab
High off that Fentanyl, done
Cm
Eb
hit a lamppost
I wish these bitches had
Bb
Cm
Somethin' to stand for
I put a band on his head
like Masenko
Eb
Bb
Cm
Bitch- ass nigga ain't lettin' no
Eb
Cm
Bb
Drac' go
Outro 1
Cm
Bb
Cm
Eb
Cm
Bb
Cm
Eb
Cm
Bb
Cm
Eb
Cm
Eb
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