키: C major•
Verse 1
C
Go
Fm
C
Fm
One, two, Gucci's coming
Three, four, better lock your
door (better lock your)
bitch (he'll take yo' shit)
Seven, eight, better stay awake
(better stay up late)
Nine, ten,
he's back again (back again)
he escaped from hell (huh)
Verse 2
that's what these bitches say
"And I'ma pay his bond money",
C
Cm
'Cause on my birthday every year,
they buy two guns for me (baow)
I did the math, they down to sell two
metric tons for me (huh?)
Verse 3
just like me homie
Don't play with me because
you know I got a whole army
We in Miami, deep with heat,
Eb
C
I keep two shooters on the wing,
I feel like Eric Spoelstra
my opps be playing poker
C
Cm
My section full of rich- head junkies who
C
Cm
C
hate be ing sober (sober)
Verse 4
F
Gucci's coming
Three, four, better lock your
C
F
C
Five, six, he'll take yo' bitch
(he'll take yo' shit)
Seven, eight, better stay awake
Nine, ten,
he escaped from hell (huh)
Verse 5
don't even pull me over (huh)
I don't sign artists no more,
My money done stacked up so tall my
C
Cm
C
shit done flipped over (well damn)
Eb
C
Cm
If it don't jump the first time,
that shit gettin' whipped over (skrrt)
Come in my traphouse, need a mask
'cause of the dope odor
Just sold a brick, not all at once,
four plays for four quarters (sold)
Come in my traphouse, need a mask
Verse 6
(better stay up late)
E
E
Nine, ten, he's back again (backagain)
Eleven, twelve, he escaped from hell
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