Tom: G# minor•
Verse 1
G#m
Drop, drop, drop, drop
Them little ballers don't do it like We,
we, we, we
Cause them don't got the lyrics like
Me, me, me, me, me
Them little hustlers ain't moving no
Key, key, key, key, key
And they ain't getting money like Me,
me, me, me, me
Yeah, these busters are suckers,
all these cowards is lame
Yeah, they talkin' for nothin',
I'm out here gettin' this change
Extra clip in my pocket,
for the strap in my waist
Bout to unload it on a sucker,
talkin' smack in my face
Fatal belly to dog, got the business in love
She confused with the motherfuckers,
but this is a thug
Got police on my trail,
and affairs gon' be harder
I'm a young Bunchy Carter,
to my country a martyr
Yeah, I like how I'm shockin',
but I ain't down for the marchin'
D#m
See, I'm down for my people,
G#m
E
so the pound'll be walkin'
G#m
Scully over my head,
two hoes right where the eyes at
We call it the money train
E
G#m
and homie we ride that
My soul is like a seal
through the cracks of the ice
E
And I made five mil and that's just on dice
G#m
And I got me a house
before I got me some ice
And it's Duck Entertainment baby
G#m
These little ballas don't do it like We
Cause them don't got the lyrics like Me
Me, me, me, me,
little hustlers ain't movin' no,
key, key, key, key, key
And they ain't gettin' money
like, me, me, me, me, me, me
Niggas hate that I'm eatin'
like I'ma lose all my life
I done left all the haters,
I'm tryna lose all the right
I show you chumps how to whip it
and how to stack off a brick
I put your wife on the runway,
that's how I stack off a trick
Frozen ice on my fingers,
plenty rocks in my chain
And I keep it on me cock
so niggas stop lookin' strange
I don't squeeze it and leave it,
I ain't gon' drop it and run
When I'm runnin' from police,
I need my fifth when they come
In the hood with a hoodie,
I'ma pop it and pull it
Aim it straight for your brain, man,
and drop every bullet
I'm a legend still livin',
wrap up and pack up them pigeons
You'll see me in the cemetery
before I'm back up in prison
Ain't gon' stop when it dawns,
nigga, we do what we wanna
Whether rap or sellin' smack, homie,
we eat every summer
And the money ain't nothing,
that's what we do on the bread
Anybody call snitch
and get found with two in their head
I don't think they gon' be ready
when them hammers come
D#m
G#m
out to night
E
G#m
I tell a bitch it's light
I don't think they gon' be ready
when them hammers come out tonight
E
G#m
I tell a bitch it's light
I don't think they gon' be ready
when them hammers come out tonight
E
G#m
I tell a bitch it's light
I don't think they gon' be ready
E
when them hammers come out tonight
G#m
Them little ballers
don't do it like we,
cause them don't got the lyrics like me,
them little hustlers ain't moving no key,
and they ain't getting money
G#m
G#m
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