Tom: B minor
Verse 1
Ebm
Gb
Nothin' on me, uh, yeah
A
Smith and
Ebm
Wesson on me, whoo, yeah
Gb
Ebm
Check this on me probably cause I turn the hood out,
Gb
uh, feel it, free, and on me, uh, yeah
A
Keep that
Ebm
Smith and
Wesson on me, yeah, we ride it,
Gb
uh, whoo, uh, yeah
Ebm
A
Ebm
Probably cause I'm in the club like
Z back in 99, 50 and 02
Breeze on the heavy grind
He know what I go through,
he's on my right side
Breeze through the hood,
Bb
duckies when I ride by
Ebm
Please when I ride by,
niggas don't scheme in the hood
Cause I will squeeze and leave
the spleen on the outside
You bleeding about my free,
so clean in this white tee
B
All I got is beats in my oppa
Ebm
Eat for the streets,
don't sleep cause the street is sweet
But leave y niggas six feet deep
Underneath pump with vanilla hide
I'm making a killing, I'm a corporate villain
I shake down your building like
Eleanor
Tell you who the hell am I
F to the
R- E- E to the way
Have my way with your lady
Y'all lame with your lady
Y'all play with your baby
And your summer little buddy
B
Y'all gay, he be hummin' my shit
Ebm
I got bricks, I got chips
Gb
You ain't got nothin' on me
Got this truck, got the fifth
A
The
Smith
Bb
Wessons on me
Ebm
In the hood, where I'm from
Gb
Niggas be hatin' on me
They call detectives on me
Ebm
A
Probably cause I turn
Ebm
the hood out
I got houses, I got rich
You ain't got nothin' on me
Gb
Gbm
In the club, got the fifth
A
The
Smith
Ebm
Wessons on me
In the club, check this trip
Wanna get naked for me
Gb
Ebm
Them hoes cling to me probably
A
Ebm
cause I turn the club on
Chimichimi
Coco
Pop
Chimichimi, how?
Some niggas moody,
coke cooked up, some niggas moody
Same story, different nigga
I'ma need a bottle
Bb
Try to take my sound, get you again, pow
Ebm
Free top billing, you try to steal him,
it's not slanding
It's
God's plan if them shots landing,
do not kill him
I got him running his car, peeling the block,
scrambling
Homestuffing cities and villas,
taught me to fill a filling
Chilling with a titty filling, filling
Now all these players hating punks,
catching fillings
Got so many straps, call me
Strap, I got a full clip
Everywhere I go, automatic
Bb
Try me, we can have it
Ebm
Free as ready,
ready as he ever been
I'm serving all your medicine,
I'm focused on my cheddy
Took my chains heavy,
heavy as an elephant
I'm snapping for the hell of it,
B
so have your team ready
Ebm
Nigga, I got bricks, I got chips,
Gb
you ain't got nothing on me
A
Got the strap, got the fifth, the
Smith and
Ebm
Watson on me
In the hood, where I'm from,
Gb
niggas be hating on me
They call detectives on me,
Ebm
probably cause I turn the hood out
I got houses, I got rich,
you ain't got nothin' on me
Gb
Gbm
In the club, got the fifth,
A
Ebm
you're smithin' wesson on me
In the club,
chick is trippin', wanna get naked for me
Gb
Ebm
Them hoes cling to me probably
A
Ebm
cause I turn the club up
Bb
Ebm
You
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