Tonalidad: F major
Intro 1
A
E
F
Verse 1
A
We been sittin' on this
n***a crib since, Tucson
Bro don't want no money,
all he want do is shoot somethin'
E
All them gangsta rats ain't gon' work,
you gotta do somethin'
F
I know he a trap man in the flesh,
that's why I do somethin'
E
A
Bumped you on the run,
he can't fly, we on the road
Never pullin' over,
they gon' have to catch us,
cause we pulled
E
Swear to God, I could've cried
when I heard my n***a told
Chasing down,
F
that's what happened,
ain't time a n***a drove
A
I be fucking n***a's bitches,
we be finger -fucking switchers
All my n****s booked,
know that I ain't coming up to visit
E
I ain't fucking date my lil' n***a,
spinning like fidgets
Walking with a drink,
F
it look like baby trying to the midget
A
Fully glocked on my ringtone,
we don't go back and forth
This ain't ping pong, G -Jump,
I'll gang to my theme song
E
Ten toes, I ain't had no
n***a I could lean on
F
All I know is go run up that pavement,
put my team on
A
He a real stepper,
I make sure he got sneaks
Bouncin' out, I seen too many niggas
die over tweets
E
Trackhawk, Rubicon,
we pull up back -to -back jeeps
F
Every time it's time to go,
get in that wheel, we got seats
A
He a certified bouncer,
but he still got grind
He a certified bouncer,
all of us the same kind
E
He a certified bouncer,
cold killer in the line
Certified bouncer,
F
E
why the whole mob got blind?
A
They got all my lil' niggas jellin'
and I want them home
Niggas want it, buy these lil' mirrors,
shut it, you want phone
E
When you come and take it,
who you tell you that we want alone?
Gave him weed,
F
even though he told me
that he wanted stones
E
A
I'm the n***a turn an
old dog to an ace
Cold trapper, but he still a hitter,
n***a in his face
E
Hold it, let it roll,
nowadays you ain't got pace
F
Catch a body, break it down,
that shit impossible to trace
A
Real mind member,
I'ma be a legend if I make it out
Fully drinks a n***a,
gon' die if we take it out
E
I feel like he faking,
let my lil' brother snake him out
F
If they don't free Lil' Sue,
I fuck around and try to break him out
A
Don't feed it to no bitch
about who really in them V's
For the holiday I might go
buy all of my niggas skis
E
I don't pop no Percocet,
I got a pocket full of E's
Whole lot of B's,
F
don't none of my niggas got degrees
E
A
He a real stepper,
I make sure he got sneaks
Bouncin' out, I seen too many niggas
die over tweets
E
Track hard, Rubicon,
we pull up back -to -back G's
Every time it's time to
F
go get in that wheel,
we got seats
A
He a certified bouncer,
but he still got grind
He a certified bouncer,
all of us the same kind
E
You a certified bouncer,
cold killer in the line
Certified bouncer,
F
E
why the whole mob got blind?
F
E
A
Certified bouncer,
lil bro real stuffin'
Certified bouncer,
got your body feel better
E
Certified bouncer,
even tickets still stretchin'
F
Certified bouncer, let em run,
we still catchin'
A
Certified bouncer, lil bro real stuffin'
Certified bouncer,
got your body feel better
E
Certified bouncer,
even tickets still stretchin'
F
Certified bouncer, let em run,
we still catchin'
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