Tonalidad: F# minor
Verse 1
Gm
Can I kick it? Yes, you can!
Can I kick it? Yes, you can!
C
Can I kick it? Yes, you can!
Gm
Ayo, Hovi, baby, can I kick it right quick?
C
Gm
B
Gm
I mean, like, just drop some shit,
drop some shit.
G#m
I can be your ruler, I'm no actor.
Gm
Matter fact,
Abm
I'm closer to a protractor.
Gm
Add the facts, it always equals more after.
Why you even talking, bitch?
You know that you's a no -factor.
C
Gm
C
Most rappers couldn't
Gm
sell nothing free
C
G#m
Gm
I'm like the mattress frame
G#m
C
C#
where they bet on me
C
G#m
B
Think you can match this flame
Gm
but my letter don't squeeze
G#m
B
G#m
I got that backboard aim
E
B
and the neck gon' breathe
C
So tell them labels to go on
and cock and load it for the kiddo
It's gon' be a bitter war and yup,
monies in the middle
Gm
Bb
C
They got phony for a little,
Bb
C
try to throw me out the riddle
F
Fm
Tryna blackball me,
F
my cojones just too big though
Eb
C
They like, sheesh you guys, she's too fly
Man I course these bitches
out like where Jesus lies
Bb
Gm
I'm the king, disciples,
Bb
that's my Jesus talk
C
Gm
Abm
Eb
Shit, I'm Kim at the aisle,
B
make Jesus walk
Unh, draft day
Abm
E
These other bitches ain't doing
Gm
Db
squat like it's calf day
Gb
Db
Abm
Only time I drop the ball
B
is when I cash straight
G#m
E
F#
I've been schooling y niggas,
F#m
E
B
E
I mean, y 'all deserve a half day
B
G#m
Or a hall pass or something,
at least I'm a poor,
E
B
E
that's your friend, not me
F#m
B
G#m
But why would I give a fuck
when sex sells?
Y 'all gon' have to pay for that,
F#
F#m
keep the credit
G#m
F#m
C#
I accept checks still, unh
G#m
Y 'all ain't gotta tell her she dope
F#
With my CEO, with TKO
F#m
In place they grace to keep me float
G#m
A .K .A. in street lingo,
the plug gon' catch a battery charge
F#m
Before he ever let the green get low
F#
F#m
G#m
Now how do you like them apples?
I spit the truth, the whole truth
F#
Somebody kinda gavel,
F#m
in fact I took a selfie of it
C#
In hopes that you would face it
But you probably throw a filter on it
C#m
In hopes that you could change it,
C#
or hopes and rearrange it
G#m
But that's the generation we livin'
F#
F#m
Always tryna take what God givin'
F#
G#m
Always tryna place their two cents in
Knowin' that they payin' attention
F#
F#m
It's funny, cuz in me and God's convo,
you was never mentioned
G#m
That girl know she legit
F#
F#m
That girl ain't gotta rely on looks,
cuz she know she could spit
C#
C#m
That girl go awfully clout,
C#
already know that she thick
Don't care if they notice the shit,
C#m
C#
E
but they still notice the shit
C
Gm
C
Y 'all, I see where
you goin' with this shit,
F
C
B
um I'ma give him a lil'
Em
kill with this shit
C
Em
Watch how I do this shit
Yo Uh
C
Em
Catch a broad and more jilla,
C
Em
form Cordilla
C
Pulling hard quick,
Em
we the Audemars -Pilla Chippewa on the wrist,
C
Em
yeah the floor's called Swilla
C
Am
C
Bonfire spit, I was Charles or
Em
Grilla Porsche out front,
C
Em
and I'm filling it up quick
C
Em
Chilling with my girls with Brazilian buttless
All the tummy tucks,
all them dummies stuck
Grade A pussy got em giving
G
Em
they money up
Bits so fly that I swear my ears poppin'
C
Em
F#m
Em
Hips so wide that these niggas tear droppin' the chicks here jockin',
in the mirror watchin'
C
Run up actin' weird, then bitch,
Em
we're boxin'
C
Em
Pay the full, cause my features is a must
C
Ride first class while you're
Em
seated on the bus
Your nigga won't see me,
he be fiendin' for my stuff
C
Em
D#aug
Don't rush, just keep it on the hush
Em
I know you see me in the
C
E
C#m
video
E
Uh, word to Kim,
E
G#m
what the bomb a clock?
E#m
E
Nigga try to test me,
make the thunder clap
Fm
E
Like, oh, she Wally -Wally,
Fm
oh, she bang -bang -a -boo
E
I'm sorry, Mommy, I'm the Sandman
Fm
Em
Right here on my Apollo, shit
C
Em
Niggas stingy like McDonald's
E
with the condiments
Em
Cause we used to sleep on futons
covered with coupons
Fm
Now the crew on and the coupon,
C#
Fifty shades of gray
E#m
E
and they all come with coupons
E#m
So, nigga, what is you on?
Wish I was your pound cake,
E
wish I was your baked mama
E
Shouldn't have let you round cake,
Fm
now we tryna break condom
E
Like, oh, Lord, or should I say Jehovah?
Fm
Fm
He rock hard, or should I say J -Hova?
Nice dude, but a little bit too feminine
E
Fm
I'm IQ, baby, all about my Benjamins
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