Tom: A major
Verse 1
G
Ab
Eb
Ab
G
Ab
Eb
Ab
I'm
Ab
C
F
C
F#
C
G
I'm ready,
B
F#
G
C
I'm ready,
B
G
C
I'm ready
G
Bm
B
F#
G
Look, ain't how we stay fly,
C
get the whole gang with me
Not comfortable around my niggas,
G
C
then don't hang with me
My shooters layin' shit flat,
G
C
squeeze to the whole thing empty
Niggas think it can't happen,
G
C
watch when the no -name tap me
F#
C
They got me back on my bullshit,
G
F#
so you better move, nigga
C
They ain't jackin' if you a cool nigga,
G
C
they want you to boom, niggas
So I ain't really tryna fool with you,
F#m
I follow the rules, nigga
F#
C
You better keep a lil' tool with you
or be in the news, nigga
F#
C
I'm out gettin' this bag right,
y worry bout lights
I was in a trap my whole life,
y worry bout mice
Acts around shit dirty here,
y 'all worry bout lice
B
C
And I could get anywhere aired
out for the right price
Name em, don't take much to
F#
Oodles walked up the block and
stained him
C
You cuffed up to pop and train him
Let them hoes freak, do not contain them
F#
Look, I like to mack with the homies
You like to cap with the phonies
B
C
Right in the back of the stole
and smoke em
G
F#
B
Don't gotta pass em a bone
F#
Bm
F#
G
C
G
Shit me, shit
me,
B
Bm
D
F#
G
C
G
shit shit me
C
Look, I was outside tryna
C
Where the hot mean the hittas is out
Bitches tryna see what niggas about
They ain't fuckin' then
we kickin' em out
G
Nah, I ain't tryna sit in the house
C
Cause I gotta make a sale
G
I'm too busy shakin' twelve
C
F#
So you gotta take the sale, I got next
G
F#
I was just outside low
tryna pop checks
So I copped sex
C
Thought homie was real right
till he got left
Need no man in his bag, bag
F#
F#m
And I'm gonna stain it
C
When we shop, we don't ask the price
F#
We find out when we paint it
I'm from downtown,
And we scream
A -Hot
B
C
We all stars, we ball hard
And we stay fly, aight
Fuck is you talkin' bout?
We them niggas that they talk about
Bags over here, bags over there
Like we bought a supermarket out
G
C
Niggas always wanna hold something,
F#
but never wanna go half -half
You think them numbers ain't
C
half bad?
Can tell you never
been to math class
G
F#
I was pop, but I had swag, fucked up,
couldn't flash cash
C
Grown up, we ain't have hampers in the crib, niggas
F#
G
had trash bags
C
G
C
B
G
C
G
C
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