Original Key: C# Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 80 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] What set you from? You look like one of them Crenshaw Mafia motherfuckers C#m A No, you prolly one of them Rollin 60's, huh A (Dubba-AA flex) Huh, huh C#m I'm this bitch with Dubba A A Nigga, we be steady flexin', yeah A Don't know me A Oh, no, no www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] C#m Stick with the dick that's steady ringin' C#m Oh so often murder went through my mind A Turned around the corner, took all of the tab, pussy boy you gon' die C#m I'm quick to send him for the spin with .45s A Any time they asked 'bout my lil' soldiers A this what I'm gon' reply (This is the sound) C#m That lil' nigga throwin' six-o, he been slanging iron A We ain't 'bout no code though, just stop on the opps A We could jump out the car, them bullets flyin' C#m Lil' Pooda quick to pull up, kick door, C#m had to rock out wit' his nine C#m Timmy rocked out on a opp, A if you worried 'bout a Glock, hit in his spine A C#m He made a diss 'bout my big brother C#m He made a diss like "Damn, who died?" A Been down the block was me and Leaky screaming Crip life 'til we die C#m They told lil' nigga leave him lone, but I can't let the shit slide A Seein' his brains all on the cement gon' leave his mama traumatized [VERSE] C#m They gon' call the homicide C#m On a whole another level that I ain't supposed to A How the fuck we beefing and the whole city know we got smoke? C#m Timmy say don't talk on them phones C#m I'ma put three holes on yo' dome A Timmy run down the street wit' a Glock in his hand A Like lil' kid this is what I'm on C#m I was up in New York at the top of the bands C#m I was out, zipped up wit' that chrome A Swing the stick on they block, then watch them dance A I'm steady tryna rip up the corner C#m Because they shot at yo' lil' brother C#m After that he went and posted a photo A And you don't get no straight about it A Nigga told me you called his phone C#m Big 33 that Timmy covered, let's go post up by the store A I call up Zack off 37 like meet me at Julio's C#m Late nights you know we let it fly right back to back you hit a pole A My stick was talkin' on the 'Gram, you let off shots then make a post www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] C#m Stick with the dick that's steady ringin' C#m Oh so often murder went through my mind A Turned around the corner, took all of the tab, pussy boy you gon' die C#m I'm quick to send him for the spin with .45s A Any time they asked 'bout my lil' soldiers A this what I'm gon' reply (This is the sound) C#m That lil' nigga throwin' six-o, he been slanging iron A We ain't 'bout no code though, just stop on the opps A We could jump out the car, them bullets flyin' C#m Lil' Pooda quick to pull up, kick door, had to rock out wit' his nine C#m A Timmy rocked out on a opp, if you worried 'bout a Glock, hit in his spine C#m He made a diss 'bout my big brother C#m He made a diss like "Damn, who died?" A Been down the block was me and Leaky screaming Crip life 'til we die A C#m They told lil' nigga leave him lone, but I can't let the shit slide C#m A Seein' his brains all on the cement gon' leave his mama traumatized [OUTRO] C#m If you love me or you love me not, I'ma be me A He known for gangsta shit, and even bangs in the streets A C#m (This is the sound) Woah C#m A Pussy ass nigga, hahaha A Tell that nigga, spin C#m I'm tryna send a pussy boy to talk to God about her A C#m Haha, nigga I'm a savage A Broke ass nigga
Recommended for you: