Tom: D# minor•
Verse 1
Ebm
Pipe that shit up, TNT
Ayy
NLE shit
NLE the top shotta, got the bomb
like Al- Qaeda (No cap)
Ayy, ayy
Verse 2
Ebm
I got the stick up in my pants,
when I up it, I'ma burn somethin'
He thinkin' I ain't killing,
well that nigga better learn somethin'
And when we sliding,
We gon' wet the car,
Bb
you know we tryna flip somethin'
Ebm
Thirty piece special out this Glock,
Bbm
Cb
You know that we gon' clip somethin'
Verse 3
not no hitters,
Y'all just really just tryna
fit in (Tryna fit in)
My Glock, it came out the closet 'cause
he got a dick in (No homo)
I'm a nigga with an attitude,
you can call me Mac Ren
And you never know which Choppa you gon' get,
Bbm
Ebm
Cb
Ebm
like I'm Ben- 10
Verse 4
Ayy, murder, murder, murder,
Bbm
I'ma turn into an anthem
Ebm
Don't fuck with niggas like the
KKK, but I'm a Panther
These bullets went his way,
Bb
I bet I turned him to a dancer
Ebm
A lot of flavor in this gas, bitch,
Bbm
I'm smoking on a Fanta
Cb
Ebm
And if he try to rob me,
make a nigga do a remix (No cap)
You can't relate to my music,
I'm speaking on some G shit
No fishbowl in this coupe, nigga,
yeah, I'm screaming fuck a tint
If I catch a nigga that shot my dawg,
gon' bust his shit
Hundred round drum and I'm
looking for a bozo
Stand over his body and shoot him,
Ebm
I'ma leave him dead in the woods,
Bbm
Ebm
he gon' have a dirt odor
The opps think we done killing,
Bbm
but this shit is never over
Ebm
I make 'em break down,
Bb
I love the way the Drac'sound
Bbm
Ebm
Ain't no waitin' now,
we slidin' 'til the sun down
Gb
Ebm
He tried to jump up in that water,
now that boy up in a lake now
Closed casket gang,
Bbm
Ebm
we gon' leave that boy face out
Verse 5
Ebm
You niggas not no hitters,
y'all just really just tryna fit in
My Glock, it came out the closet
'cause he got a dick in
I'm a nigga with an attitude,
you can call me Mac Ren
You never know which Choppa you gon' get,
like I'm Ben- 10, yeah (Huh?)
Verse 6
Ebm
Ayy (Yeah, yeah)
Thought I was done on this bitch
But we gon' bring that shit
back (Huh?)
We gon' bring that shit back,
bring that shit back (What'd you say?)
Dig what I'm saying?
Rat- a- tat- tat, brrt,
brrt, bah, bah, bah
Verse 7
Ebm
Ooh, there go the police,
grab your gun and run
And I be smiling while I shoot because
Ebm
And why these nig gas staring at me? Swear
Bbm
to God I'm not the one
Ebm
'Cause I'ma blam 'em, slam 'em,
Bbm
throw a temper tantrum
Ebm
If he owe me some motherfuckin' money,
Ebm
I want all the motherfuckin' smoke,
Ebm
And if he don't let me in,
Bbm
Ebm
I'm breaking in like Santa, yeah
Verse 8
Ebm
Aim it at you, ooh, ooh
What you gonna do? Ooh,
ooh (What you gonna do?)
7.62's, ooh, ooh (7.62's)
Wet him like a pool, what you gonna do?
Verse 9
Ebm
You niggas not no hitters,
you really just tryna fit in
My Glock, it came out the closet
'cause he got a dick in
I'm a nigga with an attitude,
you can call me Mac Ren
Never know which Choppa you gon' get,
Outro 1
like I'm Ben- 10, yeah
Ebm
Ebm
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