Tom: G minor•
Verse 1
Gm
Eb
D
Ayy, ayy
Gm
Gang, gang, gang
Shoot with the gang, gang, gang
Eb
D
Load it, then bang,
Gm
bang, bang
Bang, gang, gang
Verse 2
Eb
Gang, gang Gang, gang,
Gm
Cm
Eb
gang (Great John on the beat by the way)
Verse 3
"Sheff, you be
Cm
Eb
You got nothin' to prove,
you the king of this shit"
'Member days postin' the
.30s inside of the Glock?
I was itchin' to move on a lick
D
Niggas be talking real hot
But they see me in person,
they all on my dick
Gm
Eb
I got they hearts in my pocket, no bully
But I could be bullyin' whole lotta shit
Verse 4
Eb
D
Let's see who really tryna get it, okay
Eb
And let's see who really, really with it
Gm
Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?
Eb
(Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?
Them niggas is lyin')
Don't see no
Gm
Suburbans, who spinnin'?
Don't see no
Eb
Gm
Suburbans, who spinnin'? Look
Verse 5
Gm
He got a black flag, nigga, take it off
Eb
You get shot down if you play his songs
D
Gm
I keep a Glock 'round,
I would let it off
Eb
Gm
This a diss track, this is not a song
I got 'em thinkin' its voodoo
Eb
I'ma King Corso you poodles
D
Gm
I been in the field like manure
name, 'cause I'll prove it
feelin' like who really want it?
You niggas my sons,
Eb
I ain't feel like abortin' again
Cm
Niggas can't mention no money
I double the offer and you know
Gm
it's off with his head
Just pass me the chop, lemme fold 'em
Eb
Me by myself, I'll do it to you
Gm
Run up, get dirt up, on M8V3N
Eb
Gm
Me by myself, I'll give it to you
Verse 6
Eb
"Sheff, you be movin' too hot
You got nothin' to prove,
you the king of this shit"
'Member days postin' with
.30s inside of the Glock?
I was itchin' to move on a lick
D
Niggas be talking real hot
But they see me in person,
they all on my dick
I got their hearts in my pocket, no bully
But I could be bullyin' whole lotta shit
Verse 7
Eb
D
Let's see who really tryna get it, okay
Eb
And let's see who really,
Don't see no Suburbans, who
spinnin'?
Eb
(Don't see no Sub urbans, who spinnin'?
Them niggas is lyin')
Gm
Don't see no Suburbans, who
spinnin'?
Eb
Don't see no Suburbans, who
Verse 8
Gm
Eb
Lyin' in they raps for the clout
Heard that boy a snitch, fish 'em out
Cm
Boy, I got the wave, you in drought
Eb
Reason why my dick in they mouth
D
Gm
No this ain't dance music,
Eb
nigga (I buss a bop, I don't dance)
Gm
No, this ain't chill music,
Cm
Eb
nigga (I'm tryna drill, I want 'em dead)
Gm
Huh, this for the streets,
so fuck your say
Eb
Don't care if this don't
get no radio play
D
Gm
Huh, bang on any who play
Eb
Gm
My flow so sick for any who hate, huh
Oh, you tryna buss matas
Eb
Shots spin him, that's bachata
Gm
I stand over niggas and buh, blacka
The king, no,
Eb
Gm
I'm da masa, nigga
Verse 9
Eb
M8V3N, M8V3N gang
Gm
Shoota, shoota (don't see no Sub
urbans, who spinnin'?)
That's shoota gang,
Eb
Gm
shoota gang-gang-gang-gang
(Don't see no Suburbans, who
spinnin'?)
Eb
M8V3N, M8V3N gang
Gm
Shoota, shoota (don't see no Suburbans, who
spinnin'?)
Eb
That's shoota gang (don't see no Suburbans,
Shoota gang-gang-gang-gang
Verse 10
Gm
Eb
Shoota gang-gang-gang
D
Gm
Bang, bang, bang, load it the bang,
D
Eb
D
Eb
bang, bang
D
Gm
Gang, gang
Eb
I need to hear that again
D
Eb
D
Gm
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