Tom: C# minor
Verse 1
C#m
You don't know what
it took
(IRoccOnTheBeat)
You fucked Boona and Wuk
F#
G#
(Nile, I hear you)
G#
E
A
C#m
Pharaoh)
Verse 2
How she actin' funny, I bought her her titties?
C#m
Niggas she be fuckin' ain't
none of my business
C#m
that's a part of my fit ness
E
Don't matter where I'm at,
A
bitch, I'm known for the trenches
We the first niggas put
drums in the city
We robbed the niggas,
put drugs in the city
Fuck where you from 'cause I
know that you with it
Check on his ass,
G#
A
I'ma handle my business
Trust you with nothin',
C#m
fuck you more than once
A
And you gotta be a killer
C#m
just to hang with us
If you talkin' 'bout murders
then I'm hangin' up
Run up on 'em,
A
baow, ain't no one- on- one
I got the money,
so who I'm runnin' from?
I got a lawyer that cost a honey bun
Before I buy pussy,
I buy a hundred guns
Judge told me nigga died with my gun
C#m
Twenty ten briefs sayin' Ralph Lauren
Died close,
feel like he died in my arms
Reinstated, they denied my bond
D#m
A nig ga play with Smurk, you're
Sucked it twice, and I'm still not hard
Niggas cry out loud
when they gettin' shot
That nigga worried,
don't stand on my block
Verse 3
C#m
Stop playin', bitch, I'm Smurk
Bitch get naked, gotta put on my merch
I got your Uber, I kept my word
D#m
A
She freak, actin' like she a nerd
No shirt when I'm off this Perc'
They slide every time we hurt
Lost bro, I know it hurt
G#
A
We gon' catch him first
Verse 4
now them boys gotta sit out
After I hit, tell her man,
make her get out
C#m
Hundred mill' comin', I still
ain't gon' chill out
I'm really that,
A
I'ma show 'em how I get down
Hard on a bitch,
man, I shoulda been pimpin'
Hard in these streets,
the majority with me
He can't be serious,
you gotta be kiddin' me
I'm really laughin',
these lil' niggas temptin' me
C#m
I get offended when niggas say,
"Tap in"
I buy the bro'nem Celine just to trap in
I got more clothes in my closet
than Saks Fifth
A
I watched JB make a deuce do a backflip
I know you really don't
know, you just act hip
I done took off for real, now how that feel?
Bro ain't never gon' change,
I know that's real
This one outta here,
straight to the backfield
C#m
I sleep good every night,
now I'm happy
"How you go where you go?"
I'm a trapper for real
"How you know what you
D#m
know?" I adapted for real
We too rich with the feds,
My lifestyle expensive,
this shit high as hell
Lil' bro tryna score,
so I gave him a lay up
I gotta go somewhere,
C#m
Bitch, stop playin', you better not tell
Verse 5
Stop playin', bitch, I'm Smurk
Bitch get naked, gotta put on my merch
I got your Uber, I kept my word
D#m
G#
She freak, actin' like she a nerd
A
No shirt when I'm off this Perc'
They slide every time we hurt
Lost bro, I know it hurt
G#
We gon' catch him first
Outro 1
C#m
E
A
C#m
A
C#m
F#
G#
A
G#
E
C#m
D#m
A
G#
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