Tom: D minor
Verse 1
Ebm
Yo, I hear a lot of niggas
Em
talkin' shit out there
and they ain't even tough
I see a lot of niggas
Em
walkin' around with chains on
Ebm
and they ain't even built like that
Ab
Well here's your last warning,
cocksucker
Em
Ebm
No more talkin'
Em
Next time the gloves is
Gb
and the black mask is comin' off
Right! Gunners,
Em
I will squeeze ten in your face
Why you hug your boy,
have all your family flyin' in
All because of you,
I had a preacher screamin' out
He was a real good kid
Gb
until he ran into some gangsters
Em
Did some shit he shouldn't have did
And you gotta get searched
if nobody in the crew know you
My nigga need a phone,
slap you for a booze smoker
I been all over the world, I move global
Gb
Em
You so easy to kill, nigga, you too local
And these diamonds on my neck
got his crew mad
If niggas is wavy, fuck it, I'm a do -rag
Never been to Vegas, bettin' big paper
Gb
Em
Semi -automatic handguns
that come with lasers
Use a big trick, don't give a bitch shit
Rather blow my loot on
the 0 -9 coupe
And I'm so not so psyched
I'm on my Mr. Campbell shit,
Gb
Em
so keep the manuscript
Ruger, my shit fully loaded
I'm about to unload it
It's like a bomb jumped on the
scene and exploded
Tick, tick, boom, Mr. Ruger, nigga
Gb
You don't wanna war with me,
I pimp the perp, and by the way,
my niggas lurk
Yeah, I be out of space,
but I reach you earth
They on my back for all that crack
They want my soft lawn,
Gb
Em
they don't want no more soft racks
This is hard cut, harm what?
These niggas couldn't harm us,
arms clutch
Gotta bend them like a bond dutch
I fly to Amsterdam when I wanna spark up
Gb
How I play the coffee shop,
Em
they think I work for Starbucks
I spit the kind of bars up
that give these guys a headache
These guys pathetic,
you'll never be as fly, forget it
Nevermind the relish,
but I get a lot of lettuce
Gb
Franks in Switzerland,
Em
that'll make papaya jealous
I be grindin' fellas,
I don't just be gettin' blunted
These Judith Lieber shades
cost me nearly fifteen hundred
How you niggas want it?
Listen, I'm a fuckin' champ
Gb
My passport ain't got room
Confront the camp,
I'll turn you to a corpse
You're silly if you really think
you're heard of in New York
I'm a willy, papa willy,
while I'm swervin' in a Porsche
Gb
Only time you ever been around
Em
the world was on the court
My shit fully loaded,
I'm about to unload it
It's like a bomb jumped on the
scene and exploded
Boom, Mr. Ruger, nigga
Gb
You don't wanna war with me,
I pip the perp, and by the way,
my niggas lurk
Yeah, I be out of space,
but I reach the Earth
They on my back for all that crack
They want my sophomore,
Gb
they don't want no more soft racks
short is what you niggas worth
Shit, your worth is almost
shorter than a miniskirt
I squeeze in them Porsche Vs,
I'm that nigga jerk
Gb
Your cheese like a short
Em
sleeve on a midget shirt
Go get some work and get the work,
your shit's the worst
I kill it first, go switch your
verse or get a hearse
I get berserk, I'm a great,
your shit's rehearsed
Gb
Em
You spin dirt, get out my face,
I'll get you hurt
My shit fully loaded,
I'm about to unload it
It's like a bomb jumped on
the scene and exploded
Tick, tick, boom, it's the Ruger, nigga
Gb
You don't wanna war with me,
I pimp the perp, and by the way,
my niggas lurk
Yeah, I be out of space,
but I reach the earth
They on my back for all that crack
They want my sophomore,
Gb
Em
they don't want no more soft racks
You
Gb
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