Tom: F minor•
Verse 1
Fm
(Cook that shit up, Quay)
Gm
Fm
Verse 2
Db
Fm
I can't fuck with shawty, know she'll tell
Slim shit, look like Draya Michele
I been going crazy, giving 'em hell
Gm
She ain't tryna go with
Db
I crush a lot, baby girl, I'm a player
Connect the dots then I plug up the scale
If we get caught,
they gon' give me the chair
Fuck the law, make 'em earn
what they pay 'em
Verse 3
Fm
Ain't no back and forth with no bitches,
this ain't tennis
Rolls Royce truck, bitch,
it ain't rented
And they bragging 'bout bitches,
I promise we hit 'em
Gm
Ab
I flooded my wrist, let the bros split a mil lion
Db
At this point I'm heartless
I ain't got no feelings
Buy every building in the
hood for my children
Like a Drake song,
got your vibe feeling groovy
With no phone,
we can make us a movie
I still got my feet out
If we wanted smoke with y'all,
you couldn't be out
Free the bros, buy my shit off the kiosk
Gm
I'm at the vi be with the spot,
Db
Lil' shawty suck it like she
just took her teeth out
Five percent tint on the whip,
you can't see out
Ready to set it off, Queen Latifah
These niggas talk like bitches,
Verse 4
see what they be 'bout
Fm
I can't fuck with shawty, know she'll tell
Slim shit, look like Draya Michele
I been going crazy, giving 'em hell
Gm
She ain't tryna go with
Db
I crush a lot, baby girl, I'm a player
Connect the dots then I plug up the scale
If we get caught,
they gon' give me the chair
Fuck the law, make 'em earn
what they pay 'em
Verse 5
money coming in
Put it all up, do it all again
First you get a mil', then it's
times ten
Gm
Youngest out the crew, AMG Benz
Ab
Db
Stand up like a man,
take it on the chin
They got consequences in this life of sin
Laugh about it, go in Gucci, spend a ten
When you come home, we gon' all win
Fm
Go in any club and make
it thunderstorm
This shit reckless
He gon' knock you off with his Rollie on
Gm
Ab
Drive the Rolls Royce like
Really came from nothing
Only ride with my security because
I can't be armed
Fm
Can't get caught with another gun
They gon' know me when I'm gone
They hear my pain inside my songs
It's like a switch, I cut it on
Gm
Ab
Db
Pills kick in, getting in my zone
Do my job, ain't see no wrong
I'm never talking on them phones
Feds gon' try to do us wrong
Fm
Man, they got my nigga Long
Lately I just been alone
My cup, my strap, this microphone
Nobody know what's going on
Gm
Ab
Just glad I made it off the road
Db
Granddaddy showed me life is a gamble
Ever since I been on them dice
They gon' suck it up like a bowl of rice
Verse 6
I'ma give it to them niggas every time
Fm
I can't fuck with shawty, know she'll tell
Slim shit, look like Draya Michele
I been going' crazy, giving 'em hell
Gm
She ain't tryna go with
Db
I crush a lot, baby girl, I'm a player
Connect the dots then I plug up the scale
If we get caught,
they gon' give me the chair
Fuck the law, make 'em earn what
Outro 1
they pay 'em
Fm
F
Fm
F
Fm
Gm
Db
O que você achou da música?
Você precisa para deixar uma avaliação.
AfinadorE A D G B E
AcordesFm Gm Db Ab F
Acordes populares ao redor do mundo
Acordes e tablaturas mais tocados pelos usuários
Adicionado recentemente
Acordes e tablaturas adicionados recentemente