This single was released on 08 November 2019.
Scale: Ab Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 98 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] Abm C#m I bet my last track probably gave you lockjaw [VERSE ONE] Abm For to fall, they been waitin' on me, I know that's what they all say C#m Live it up, they been hatin' on me, I ain't trippin' 'cause we all paid Abm New Givenchy, fuck the critics Abm Ridin' on the wave, you gon' wash away C#m I came in by myself, they ain't listen C#m I was the nigga with the ticket, the one had the ambition Abm Came up runnin', we'll take off from them cop cars Abm When we got caught, ain't do no trippin', that's what made us C#m This 30 stick up in this Glock, this what saved us C#m To bullshit, hard like a rock, it won't change us Abm Behind my mans, I'll die today, I won't change up Abm I put that shit on his momma, we did some dirt with that choppa C#m We done upgraded to models, bitches want fuckin', come swallow C#m They tryna slip out the condom, these bitches bite like piranhas Abm The one I want, I ain't find her Abm But spendin' time with them robbers, Abm We all play with them choppas, we shoot this shit at yo' momma C#m Smokin' on dope, clutchin' my pole, hollerin', "Bitch, you want problems?" C#m Another hymen, another body, another hat for the dollar www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Abm Come to murder, ain't no talkin', we leave yo' streets bloody C#m I'm tryna knock this brother off with the same gun C#m And I ain't ask him, go ask him just where I came from Abm Tell me, is we gon' die? Abm 'Cause, nigga, we gon' be slangin' iron today C#m Leave me alone, I'm seein' trouble in my rear view C#m They steady talkin', show them different, but they still do Abm And you can rap that gangster shit, I still don't feel you Abm C#m You make one move and my young niggas gon' drill you C#m I make that music that them young niggas gon' kill to C#m Abm You in the streets, so watch yo' back, don't let 'em steal you Abm He got a problem, he'll shoot, I'll kill, too Abm C#m Ain't trippin' [?], shawty what these pills do C#m I see these hoes steady cappin', tryna fed you C#m Gucci with Birkin and it came in a case, too [VERSE TWO] Abm Told her I love her, she responded, "Bitch, I hate you" Abm C#m Totin' .380, I'ma show 'em what that K do C#m [?] in all black Maybach, I need a Wraith, too C#m Abm Nigga, don't run up on this bitch 'cause we gon' spray you Abm Aim at the nose, straight out the flap, bitch, we gon' face you Abm C#m Bleed from the nose, I'm screamin "blatt," the truth like Jesus C#m Even though I did, don't let them people say I made you C#m Abm 'Cause I'ma steady do shit that you can't do www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Abm Come to murder, ain't no talkin', we leave yo' streets bloody C#m I'm tryna knock this brother off with the same gun C#m And I ain't ask him, go ask him just where I came from Abm Tell me, is we gon' die? Abm 'Cause, nigga, we gon' be slangin' iron today C#m Leave me alone, I'm seein' trouble in my rear view C#m Abm They steady talkin', show them different, but they still do Abm And you can rap that gangster shit, I still don't feel you Abm C#m You make one move and my young niggas gon' drill you C#m I make that music that them young niggas gon' kill to C#m Abm You in the streets, so watch yo' back, don't let 'em steal you Abm He got a problem, he'll shoot, I'll kill, too Abm C#m Ain't trippin' [?], shawty what these pills do C#m I see these hoes steady cappin', tryna fed you C#m Gucci with Birkin and it came in a case, too
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