Tom: C minor•
Verse 1
Ab
Cm
single yo, c'mon
Yo, lock the door, uh huh
Ya heard, uh, uh
C'mon, yeah
Eb
Cm
Ya'll know who it is,
or should I say what it is
Uh, uh
Verse 2
Cm
All Drag do is fuck bitches and drain
his body
Kickin' bitches out the bed
and sleep next to a shottie
A bitch'll never get me pump,
I make niggas pump IV
I'm the type to follow the cops
wit a midget drivin' me
Verse 3
Cm
Make them think the car drivin' itself
and I'm in the passenger seat
Fm
Cm
Signal lights, stash box, a package of D
Drag dash, I'm happy to be
On this rap shit is like a jacket to me
I wear it with cracks in my sleeves
Verse 4
Cm
So I keep it on, don't never take my jacket
off 'cuz my shit be gone
What are you, lost your mind?
It took my time to cut these dimes
So I could dump drug a few minds,
so don't make me bust a few nines
Verse 5
F
Dip the T T in polish watch the shoe shine
Slip in the Tunnel with a
Cm
banger in my boot line
All it takes is the finger to make a sour sit,
linger
Double R is hard,
the rest of ya'll is R & B singers
Verse 6
smokin' up
Hoes
Cm
That's what we pokin' up
Dbm
Dough
Cm
That's what we foldin' up
That's all we know about
Verse 7
smokin' up
Hoes
Cm
That's what we pok in' up
Dough
That's what we foldin' up
That's all we know about
Verse 8
Cm
I got more bullets in my clip
than chocolate got in chip
I got more bitches suckin' dick
than niggas smokin' niks
I got more shit up in my whip
than most niggas got in cribs
I got more, blocks of raw while
ya'll tryin' to stop wars
Verse 9
Cm
Coward nigga lock your doors
I'll come through with
the locksmith and pop it
With the glock 4 and show ya'll
what a mouth's for
I got black steel, blue steel, wheels,
I mean wheelchair
Verse 10
Cm
'Cuz Drag is real fair, it's all real here I own
more buildings on my block,
than real estate, Philly ave
Hit ten niggas I'm tryin'
to see mils like Billy Gates
'Cuz me in Philly rollin' dutches
Me and Eve, stuck off the trees,
got her laughin' off bitches' weaves
Verse 11
Fm
Double R, pop niggas, make niggas bleed
Cm
Fiends come to me my top
rock's been asleep
Seven foot bouncers 'bout to be six feet,
under me
Now that's a foot left, you
shouldn't have took that step
Verse 12
smokin' up
Fm
Hoes
Cm
That's what we pokin' up
Cm
That's what we foldin' up
That's all we know about
F
Fm
Cm
Dbm
Verse 13
Cm
I know ya'll wish ya'll woulda,
shoulda, coulda
Didda, getta, gotta,
guns we cock it then pop it
Make 'em holler and swallow
Niggas stop it, catch it,
Verse 14
all up in his jacket
Cm
I'm not a stingy nigga,
I'll let a nigga have it
Hate chips that go away,
lookin' like white coke
Sit in the sun long,
come back like French toast
Hair was up, now is down,
Verse 15
eyes are black, now is brown
Cm
Used to frown, now you smile,
nigga must have left you now
Went from bikes to the car,
from the cars to the boat
Fm
Went from keys to the coke,
Cm
went from coke to the dope
Went from cracks to the raps,
went from bats to the gats
Went from slums to the stats,
Verse 16
been to London and back
Cm
Me change 'cuz I rap, I can't do it
F
I went from muggin' ya'll
Ab
Cm
to payin' niggas to do it
It's all the same stupid
I got cake on cake 'cuz
I went from pow to pow
Wit my family, two R's, Ryde or Die
Verse 17
F
Fm
Cm
Weed
Dbm
Cm
F
Fm
F
Cm
That's what we smokin' up
Hoes
Fm
That's what we pokin' up
Cm
Dbm
Cm
Dough
Cm
F
Fm
That's what we
F
Cm
foldin' up
Outro 1
Cm
That's all we know about
Cm
F
Fm
F
Cm
Dbm
Cm
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