Tom: F# minor
Verse 1
Em
C
And I got shooters that'll shoot
B
When you live by the gun, you live by them
Em
rules (this how I'm feelin', man)
If you ever did me wrong,
C
B
no sympathy for you (let'sget it)
Verse 2
Blame what I went through
Em
Soon as I get up out of
bed I grab my Glock
B
One in the head, I'm paranoid
Em
Wish I was not, wish it would stop
But it won't, can't trust a bitch
That show I think, that's how I move,
Man, we don't respect you, boy,
C
you talk to cops (you talk to cops, rat)
I just bought a brand new Draco,
Oh, and a mop,
Em
Extra bullets in my socks just in case
Armed and dangerous (huh)
Man, don't play with us (man, don't
play with us)
Em
We really rich, y'all really broke,
Tell that man come get his bitch,
B
she tryna stay with us (ooh- ooh)
Em
And I'm off that cognac (huh)
Brand new piece got it from Luxe,
C
look how they froze that (VVS)
Still spendin' money from 2016, bet they ain't
Em
know that (they ain't know that)
They said I was broke, check my account,
C
B
fuck am I broke at? Yeah, shnow that
Em
I'm the Big Steppa, the Big Red,
Ten niggas, that's ten glizzy's with
Em
ten legs (grrt- grrt- grrt)
Pillow talkin' niggas all in a
Man, don't tell me about no ho,
B
fuck what a bitch said (ho)
Verse 3
on that he say,
she say shit too much
C
Man, go get a buck (man, go get a buck)
If your money low then
get it up (get it up)
Em
Stop all that whinin' shit
C
Stop all that bitchin' up (pussy)
You wanna be rich or what?
B
You wanna die broke or live it up?
Verse 4
C
I got shooters that'll shoot
When you live by the gun,
B
Em
you live by them rules
If you ever did me wrong,
C
B
no sympathy for you
Em
Blame what I went through
C
Fuck love, tough love, that's all I knew
And when they count me out,
Em
I count my money too (count it up)
Sippin' on some shit that
And if that nigga end up dead
Em
It's probably 'cause he was dead wrong (uh,
Verse 5
uh)
Em
Livin' good but still could pull up in that Rari
C
in the hood (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
No body guards, just a couple shooters that will
Em
bend ya hood (grrt-grrt, baow)
Mob shit and we ain't
Just parked up with a couple niggas that
B
Em
will park shit (grrt)
Lookin' like a target but I'm
We not tryna end your life so don't
start shit (no, don't do that)
Em
C
Big Royce with the stars look like a star ship (ooh,
ooh)
.380, lil' baby on me,
B
that's my dog shit (that's my dog)
Em
I'm the Big Don, the Big Pen,
I'm with ten hitters,
that's ten Glocks with ten clips (grrt- grrt)
Em
They claim they real niggas
Man, don't tell me about them niggas,
they on some simp shit (mm- hmm)
Verse 6
on that he say,
Man, go get a buck (man, go get a buck)
If your money low then get
it up (get it up)
Em
Stop all that whinin' shit
Stop all that bitchin' up (pussy)
C
You wanna be rich or what?
(Mm- hmm)
B
You wanna die broke or live it up?
Verse 7
C
I got shooters that'll shoot
When you live by the gun,
B
Em
you live by them rules
If you ever did me wrong,
C
B
no sympathy for you
Em
Blame what I went through
C
Fuck love, tough love, that's all I knew
B
And when they count me out,
Em
I count my money too (count it up)
Sippin' on some shit that
And if that nigga end up dead
B
It's probably 'cause he was dead wrong
Em
Outro 1
C
Em
C
B
Em
C
Em
C
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