Original Key: C# Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 70 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] C#m You know what the fuck goin' on C#m NLE motherfuckin' Choppa C#m The Top Shotta, you hear me? C#m I stand on top of shit C#m We doin' this shit, ayy (Go get him, go) [VERSE] C#m I whip the pack like Ike and Tina, I just copped me a Bimmer (A Bimmer) C#m Used to ride in steamers (Steamer), I'm hot as jalapeños C#m Bitch, I'm sellin' out arenas (I'm sellin' 'em out), C#m they say, "He entertain us" (Entertain) C#m And if you try to tame us, I bet we leave you stained up (Ayy) C#m Whole lotta sticks in the house, it's a gun show C#m Bullets get him wet like a motherfuckin' poncho C#m I don't think none of y'all niggas want gun smoke C#m Don't second guess this shit, I'm gon' blow (Pussy) C#m Whole lotta shots when it come out the Drac' C#m Chop a nigga up, then put him in the lake (Brrt) C#m Shiesty young nigga, they call me a snake C#m Ayy, fuck all that, Trick, shoot 'em in the face C#m Send a hit at five, he was dead by six (By six) C#m Got shot seven times, but the eighth shot missed C#m Nine shots in the clip, could've sworn it was ten C#m Didn't fuck with 12, I was eleven again C#m I need me a trophy, the best to sin C#m You niggas ain't straight, y'all lesbians C#m And fuck your dead homie, I'll say it again C#m If he come back to life, he dead again C#m Try to fight me, he gon' fight for his life (Bitch) www.chordzone.org C#m Swing with what? I'ma swing with the pipe C#m (He's not cherishin' it), ayy, take his life C#m Straight jacket music, I belong in asylum C#m Felonies and felonies, this what they keep on sellin' me (Yeah, yeah) C#m This recipe is deadly, see, I be drippin' like relish be (Ayy, ayy) C#m Shoot him in the head, shoulda had on a hard hat (Ayy) C#m We finish the beef as soon as you start that (Ayy) C#m Bitch, I shoot first, why the fuck would I spark back? C#m If you really a thug, let me see where your heart at (Ayy) C#m If I say catch a body, lil' nigga, you catchin' it? C#m If I tell you run off, is you really finessin' it? (Ayy) C#m If I give you a brick, are you gon' sell that shit? (Ayy) C#m If you get in a jam, are you gon' start tellin' shit? C#m Where is the smoke? 'Cause bitch, I'm inhalin' it C#m Just like the army, we got some artillery C#m Can they free my dawgs? I'm being sincerely C#m 'Nother opp died, a nigga like, "Seriously?" (Damn, another one?) C#m Nigga, we shot him, and then we killed his brother, damn C#m We might as well get the mother C#m Nigga say he don't like doing drills, I love 'em C#m If my brothers don't like him, I don't C#m Somebody tell him he in trouble C#m I paid too much for my motherfuckin' guns for me to scuffle C#m Gangster young nigga, I feel like Gucci (Gucci) C#m Fucked her so hard, left blood on her coochie C#m Made her said, "Ooh," put my thumb in her booty C#m I'll be damned, this dumb ass ho just pooted C#m Who ain't with the murder? Lil' nigga, I kill C#m That night he died, that was my idea C#m Told my niggas slide, make sure he don't live C#m But that's a lil' secret, just keep it concealed C#m My metal a MAC and I bet I attack C#m It's a hundred-some shots in this gat, so get back C#m He thought I was lyin', that shit was a fact C#m Got shot in his spine, but you watchin' his back www.chordzone.org [OUTRO] C#m (Nigga say he don't like doing drills, I love 'em) C#m Fuck you talkin' 'bout, haha C#m (Straight, straight jacket music, I belong in asylum) C#m Fuck a nigga, what a nigga, fuck a nigga mean? C#m (Nigga say he don't like doing drills, I love 'em) C#m Know what I'm sayin'? Haha C#m (Straight, straight, straight jacket music, C#m I belong in asylum, straight jacket music, I belong in asylum) C#m And lil' Top Shotta, bitch C#m Fuck you talkin' 'bout?
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