키: C minor•
Verse 1
Cm
Ab
I'm pushin' for the single year,
Sheezy.
I'm born, lock the door.
How y 'all?
Yeah?
Uh, uh.
Come on.
Yeah.
Uh.
Uh.
Old drag do is fuck bitches
and drain his money.
And kick bitches out the bed
and sleep next to a shawty.
A bitch will never get me pumped.
I make niggas pump
IV, I'm the type to follow the
cops with a midget driving me
Make em think the car's driving itself,
now I'm in the passenger seat
Fm
Cm
Signal light, stash box, a package a day, drag dash,
I'm happy to be on
This rap shit is like a jacket to me,
I wear it with cracks in my sleeve, so I keep it torn
Don't never take my jacket off,
cause my shit be gone
What are you, lost your mind?
It took my time to cut these dimes
So I could dope drug a few mines,
so don't make me bust a few nines
Dip the
TT in polish, watch the shoes shine
All it takes is the finger to make
a sour scent linger
Double
R's hard, the rest of y 'all's
R &B singers
That's all we know about
Dope, that's what we fokin' up
That's all we know about
I got more bullets in my clip
Than chocolate got in chip
I got more bitches suckin' dick
Them niggas smokin' mix,
I got more shit up in my whip
Than most niggas got in cribs, I got more
Blocks of raw,
why y tryna stop wars?
Coward niggas lock their doors
But come through with the locksmith
and pop in with the
Glock 4
Let me show y 'all what a mob's for
I got black steel, blue steel,
wheels, I mean wheelchair
Good 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 tryna see mills like
Billy
Gates
Kiss me in
Philly, building dutches
Me and
Eve, stuck off the trees
Got her laughing off bitches' weaves
Double
R, pop niggas, make niggas bleed
my top rocks didn't sleep
Seven foot bouncers bout to be
six feet under me
And that's a foot left,
you shouldn't have took that step
Fm
Cm
Dbm
Hoes, that's how we smokin' up
That's all we know about
Fm
Cm
Hoes, that's how we smokin' up
Dbm
Cm
Dope, that's how we smokin' up
That's all we know
I know y wish I woulda, coulda, shoulda
Did a, get a, got a
Guns we cock it then pop it
Make em holla then swallow
Niggas stop it, catch it
All up in this jacket I'm not a stingy nigga
I let a nigga have it
Hit chicks that go away
Lookin' like white coke
Sit in the sun long
Come back like french toast
Hair was up now it's down
Eyes was black now it's brown
Used to frown now you smile
Nigga must've left you now
Went from bikes to the car
From the cars to the boat
Went from cracks to the raps
Went from bats to the gats
Went from slums to the stacks
Bringin'
London and back
Me change cause I rap, I can't do it
I went from
F
Ab
Cm
Muggyard to paying niggas to do it
It's all the same stupid I got cake
on kink cause I went from pie to
pie
With my family, two
R's, ride or die
Fm
Cm
Oh, that's how we smokin' up
Dbm
Cm
Yeah, that's how we smokin' up
That's all we know about
Fm
F
Cm
Oh, that's how we smokin' up
Duh!
Yeah, that's what we're fuckin' up
That's all we know about
Uh, we
That's how we smokin' up
Fm
Hoe!
that's how we're fuckin' up
Cm
Duh!
Dbm
Cm
Yeah, that's what we're fuckin' up
That's all we know about
Uh, we
Fm
Hoe!
F
Cm
Yeah, that's how we're fuckin' up
Duh!
Yeah, that's what we're fuckin' up
That's all we know about
Uh, we
Fm
Hoe!
We in the building yo
Dbm
Cm
We in the building up , that's all we do
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