Tonalidad: C minor•
Verse 1
Fm
G
Chillin' in the club in my b -boy stance
Ab
Fm
My hoodie on with my gun
Cm
G
Cm
in my pants
G
I'm chillin' in the club
in my b -boy stance
My hoodie on with my gun in my pants
Cm
G
I'm fresh, I'm fresh, I'm fresh, I'm fresh
I said I'm chillin' in the club
in my b -boy stance
Ab
G
Eb
My hoodie on with my gun in my pants
Cm
G
I'm fresh, yes! I'm fresh, yes!
Cm
I'm fresh, yes!
I'm fresh, yes!
G
I'm fresh to death, dressed to impress
Fresh for real, nigga dressed to kill
Cm
I'm the best for real,
I was blessed with skills
G
The FS in my neck, the steel
I'm a threat for real,
I come at niggas necks for real
Try and build my success,
got me stressed for real
Fm
I'm a game, I respect,
Cm
cause I'm extra real
G
And I'm extra fly, you just extra high
If it wasn't for them drugs,
you'd be extra shy
Knowin' if I throw them slugs,
you won't testify
Cm
F the extra shit, give the extra clip
G
I get some extra lip, just expect to die
I put a hole in your head,
cause I hold bread
And my lawyer Johnny,
coppin' an old head
Fm
Cm
G
Clappin' a pound, ain't pattin' me down
Cm
And I stay strapped, man,
I got my dad on the mail, I'm just
G
Chillin' in the club in my B -Boy stance
Ab
G
Stand my hoodie on with my
gun in my pants
Cm
G
I'm fresh, I'm fresh, I'm fresh, I'm fresh
I said I'm chillin' in the club
in my b -boy stance
Got my hoodie on and my
Eb
gun in my pants
G
Cm
I'm fresh, yes, I'm fresh, yes,
I'm fresh, yes, I'm fresh, yes
G
I get it poppin' on the block like a b -boy
If you cop a couple of rocks,
you get a free boy
You can take a couple of shots
and get a key, Lloyd
Cm
G
If you try to take what I got,
a stick me, boy
C -boy, try and fuck around with me, boy
Your wrist like fuckin' a
bitch with no C -boy
Cm
I'm a G -boy,
get smoked by the B -boy
G
Cooked by the key boy,
got dope in the e -boy
Me boy, I'm about to take
the industry over
Like for war, we was meant to be soldiers
I sat back for years, oh, I'd trap cats,
Cm
pretend to be old
Pretend to be big, pretend to be pop,
pretend to be hot
G
But all that pretendin'
gon' eventually stop
And the slugs gon' eventually pop
Cause all the real thugs in the box
Cm
or the penitentiary lock
G
VIP lookin' like a penitentiary
Cm
block
G
When I'm chillin' in the club
in my B -Boy stance
Ab
G
My hoodie on with my gun in my pants
Fm
Cm
I'm fresh, I'm fresh, I'm fresh, I'm fresh
G
I said I'm chillin' in the club
in my b -boy stance
Got my hoodie on and my
Eb
gun in my pants
Fm
G
Cm
I'm fresh, I'm fresh, I'm fresh, I'm
G
Okay, I'm fresh to death
Cm
G
like a million bucks
Cm
G
My Ben z got big rims
Cm
and my ceiling lift up
G
Depending on how I'm feelin'
might be willin' to truck
Ab
G
Either way the chick still on my nuts,
you know what I'm sayin'
I ain't playin' with them niggas
that be feelin' it tough
I ain't a killer, but you still in your tux
Cm
I network, sweatshirt with the hood
Got the skill in the tux
And my little man feelin' the dutch
G
While chillin' the cut
On my lean, chicks fillin' my stance
Chinese print on the jeans
Chicks fillin' my pants
Cm
And I got the skill in my pants
G
Don't drown on me, I can't dance
Cm
I got the nine on me, B
Hecklin' couch, mami
Fresh from the box, mami
G
Got your panani wet
Cm
Cause I'm fresh to the socks, mami
G
Fresh from the block, mami
Cm
So I'm makin' it funcy
Life a bitch, but I'm makin' it cum,
you know
G
I'm chillin' in the club in my b -boy stance
Cm
G
I'm chillin' in
the club in my b -boy stance
I'm chillin' in in my b -boy stance
I'm chillin' in -boy stance
chillin' in the club in my b -boy stance
I'm chillin' in in my b
-boy in my b stance
I'm chillin' the in
I'm chillin' in chillin' in
I said, I'm chillin' in the club
in my B -Boy stance
Got my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
I'm fresh, yes, I'm fresh, yes
Cm
G
I'm fresh, yes, I'm fresh, yes
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