Tom: F minor
Verse 1
C
Bm
Dope
C
I don't feel right (yeah)
Bm
Thuggin' and fuckin' on bitches
C
'cause that's what I feel like, uh
I'm trill, working the wheel,
a pimp, not a simp
If I don't have me some dope or some drink,
C#
I don't feel like (yeah)
C
All I know is go get the bag
Nigga post on the block,
Em
we can split the bag (yeah, yeah)
Out here servin' the neighbors,
C
they sniff a bag (yeah, yeah)
All I know is yayo and them zipper
bags (yeah, yeah)
Had to cut off my ho, I can't trick a bag
Em
Fuck them Gucci and Louis and Fendi bags
C
All I know is yayo and them zipper bags
Em
C
C#
C
Got my money so heavy, can't lift a bag,
yeah, baow
Thuggin' and fuckin' on bitches 'cause
Em
C
that's what I feel like (that's what I feel like)
Em
If I don't have me some dope or some drink,
C
C#
I don't feel right (I don't feel right)
C
Em
I'ma pull up in that Lambo' 'cause that's
C
what I feel like (what I feel like)
If I don't have me some dope or some drink,
C
All I know is go get the bag
Nigga post on the block,
we can split the bag (yeah, yeah)
Out here servin' the neighbors,
they sniff a bag (yeah, yeah)
All I know is yayo and them zipper
bags (yeah, yeah)
Fuck them Gucci and Louis
Em
and Fendi bags (yeah, yeah)
All I know is yayo and them
C
Em
zipper bags
can't lift a bag, yeah, yeah
I got an Eastside ho
Em
Trappin' out a house with
Bm
C
some Eastside blow
Smokers comin' back
for at least five more
Kill an opp, then it's back
to the East I go
Heaven or the belly of the
beast I'll go
Freddie, how you come up on
the kis that low?
Hit my Mexican and come
up on at least five more
Kill an opp, then it's back to the East I go,
to the East I go
Yeah, I'm 'bout to shoot up your party 'cause that's
Em
C
what I feel like (what I feel like)
Em
If I don't pull up and drop me an opp,
C
I don't feel right (I don't feel right)
Ever since I lost the homies,
Em
C
a nigga can't feel life (I can't feel life)
If I don't have me some dope or some drink,
I don't feel right
C#
C
All I know is go get the bag
Nigga post on the block,
we can split the bag (yeah, yeah)
Out here servin' the neighbors,
they sniff a bag (yeah, yeah)
All I know is yayo and them zipper
Had to cut off my ho, I can't trick a bag
C
Fuck them Gucci and Louis
and Fendi bags (yeah, yeah)
All I know is yayo and them zipper bags
Got my money so heavy,
C#
can't lift a bag, yeah
C
Bm
Work, work
C
Had to fuck with your ho, I got that work
C#
C
And you know I got that work, work
Em
C
Had to fuck with your ho, I got that work,
Em
C#
work (I'm trill, working the wheel)
C
You know I got that work, work (I'm trill,
working the wheel, a pimp, not a simp)
That work, work
Em
C
Had to fuck with your ho, I got that work (I'm trill,
working the wheel, a pimp, not a simp)
Em
And you know I got that work, work (I'm trill,
C#
C
working the wheel, a pimp, not a simp)
That work, work
Em
Had to fuck with your ho, I got that work (I'm trill,
C
working the wheel, a pimp, not a simp)
And you know I got that work
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