Tom: C# minor
Verse 1
Am
Yeah, Friday, he's back in the building
Dm
Hell, Fram, he's back in the building
Say, we're back in the building,
A
Am
Uh, we're just harder than ever
Ain't no squadron that's better
How we dodging together
Dm
Through this horrible weather
When we move, it just proves
That these dudes just confused
Am
They all talk shit, these dorks still
Walk in these shoes
The hooptie for the rain
Get the groupies loosey -doosey,
Dm
you're a cutie's what they say
That's Louie, Gucci, Coochie
Am
when I'm moving through the lane Versace so I'm cocky,
big Medusa's on the frame, man
Listen, J's connected,
way respect the grayest necklace
A
Am
DJ's need to break your record,
Dm
they don't need to break your record
you ain't putting out crack
Those are dummies,
A
Am
I go from car to car, please
Plus some V's,
A
you don't start with car keys
Am
A
Dm
And the hardest Barclays just
A
Dm
A
dodging palm trees
Dm
With the top down for so long,
Am
I deserve Mardi Gras beads
G
Am
Please, I'm still that same n***a,
A
same n***a, flame spitter
Am
Listen, it's major, you hate her,
A
Dm
lane switcher, dame hitter
Move with the mag and dot em'
Am
Ruthless and casket boxin' prick,
I'm back
It's a wrap, Houston,
we have a problem
A
Am
Bitch, it's harder than ever
Dm
Ain't no squadron, it's better
Am
How we dodging and capper
Dm
Through this horrible weather
When we move, it just proves
Am
A
Am
that these dudes
A
Am
A
Dm
Am
I'm in the back of the phantom,
smokin' pounds of purple
A
Dm
Your life real cheap, it cost a dollar, murk you
A
I always keep a backpack,
Am
Circus shit I just won't do,
I live by the codes
A
Am
You know I'm worldwide now,
so you can't hide now
A
Am
I got gangstas in the natty
Am
Dm
Get Midwest love from Midwest thugs
Am
And my niggas, they live off weed,
bitch -pressed drugs
A
Mad at me cause I don't love em,
I fuck em
Am
I don't chase em, I duck em,
A
Am
then replace em with another one
Am
she kept calling me killin'
Dm
Am
My name is Hal Rell,
she was all on my dick
Got product in Flint, around the town
Them ox fuck up the towers,
they also fucked up the prices
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
I make it
hard for you to breathe, brother
A
Am
Flowers and dirt
you can sleep under
My weed is purple, yellow diamonds,
Word to my nigga son,
and I'll kill your son
Am
Smack your big brother, spit on him,
tell him get his gun
This is my house, now no moving in
A
Am
I give these niggas crack lessons,
Am
Sell X's and O's without being in love
Dm
Am
I take a nap on a yacht,
you fall asleep in the tub, nigga
Rich is harder than ever
Dm
Ain't no squadron is better
Am
How we dodging together
Dm
Through this horrible weather
When we move it just proves
That these dudes just confused
Outro 1
These dorks let them walk in their shoes
Am
Dm
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