Nigga, f*ck
F*ck, nigga
F*ck nigga
(Run it back, Playboi)
Raise the murder rate (raise it up)
Anytime a nigga play, we raise the murder rate (blaze up)
Broad day, let thirty shots off and we skrrt away
Park the car, don't drop off, I be [Am]front line when it pop off (uh, uh)
When it's crunch time, make it hot sauce (make it hot)
Homicide gon' tape his block off
Let the Glock off, knock your top off, ayy
Watch 'em [A]fly away
Tryna stay up out them [A]stɾeets, I had to [C7]fly away (on [C7]God)
Mama pray I'm too deep in the stɾeets to [C7]stop, I can't (I can't)
Really ɾich, I woke up, thought to [C7]buy that watch, I ain't (f*ck)
I bank at five banks (five banks)
In my [A]hood, I'm hall [Em]of fame
I'm on [C7]that nine ɾank
Changed the game, I'll show my [A]niggas how to [C7]play, I got [Fm7]away
Still ain't put that fire away, you [A7wanna die, just tɾy today (come on)
My mind ɾight, I'm flyin' stɾaight
I probably walk away (uh)
Plus I know you [A7niggas hoes, just act tough and [Bm]talk away (pussy)
Eighteen, got [Fm7]sacked up and [Bm]stɾapped up just off a play
And I ain't hidin', I'm in L.A., I'm in that Lamb', I'm at valet
Ayy, switch out the tags and [Bm]the VIN 'cause I wanna spin again
Couple shots in the FN, the ɾest of 'em [A]in his friend
Ain't enough money in this world that'll make me cross a friend (cross a friend)
Ain't enough loyalty in this world for [Dm7]you [A7to [C7]comprehend (comprehend)
Freaky bitch, I beat her back until it bend and [Bm]it break (bend and [Bm]it break)
Gave me head up in the 'Cat, I put the police on [C7]the chase (police on [C7]the chase)
Came in her mouth, got [Fm7]away and [Bm]still ain't ever hit the brakes
Asked her was [Am7]she fine, she said her hair fucked up, but she okay (she good)
I'm as cutthroat as it get and [Bm]I'm 'bout grimey as a ho (grimey as a ho)
Glizzy gotta match my [A]fit or I ain't steppin' out the door (walkin' out)
Thirty shots, it wasn't enough, so I got [Fm7]fifty at the most
Scratch the serial up out this bitch, now both of y'all [Em]a ghost
Get my [A]jewelry from Flawless Diamonds but my [A]bitch go to [C7]Wafi
Might get a Urus on [C7]perfect timing just to [C7]say I bought it
Niggas weird, they slick dissin' on [C7]me and [Bm]damn ɾight, I caught it
A couple weeks later, we had his mama pickin' coffins
This that shit that have you [A7goin' a hundred on [C7]the e-way
Stop the car, let me out, I left him layin' on [C7]the freeway
Got niggas shootin' behind and [Bm]after me like [F]it's a ɾelay
Blow his candles at his candle light, call [Em]it a murder bday
F*ck the scoreboard, nigga, you [A7can check the stat sheet
Run shit down like [F]Sha'Carri in a tɾack meet
Put 'em [A]in the backseat, then kill 'em [A]on [C7]the backstɾeet
Two shooters a tag team, his noodles on [C7]concrete
Nigga, business is what he standin' on
Bullets hit his back, tell 'em [A]show it off like [F]it's VLONE
Few things I don't play about money, and [Bm]ɾespect, and [Bm]my [A]jawns
You see me, might play around but I got [Fm7]bodies on [C7]my [A]dome
Shot a nigga at fifteen, I never looked back since (never)
Slam a dunk a opp, my [A]arm in the ɾim like [F]I'm Vince (like [F]Carter)
Purple bandana, purple outfit, Purple Rain like [F]I'm Prince (Crip, Crip, Crip)
I'm a money-making nigga but I can't go out like [F]Mitch (brrt, brrt, brrt)
I bet them [A]bullets change the subject
Why you [A7stop suckin' my [A]dick, bitch? You seen I ain't nut yet (what the f*ck?)
Niggas can talk all [Em]they want, I still ain't been touched yet (ain't been touched, nigga)
Brodie tell me chill, he know I kill, but nigga, f*ck that (nigga, f*ck that)
'Cause if I don't get 'em, they got [Fm7]me
If I don't fill 'em, they bodied, put 33 in them [A]Scottie, no Pippen (brrt, brrt, brrt)
Them [A]bullets hit 'em, inject him, we fill 'em [A]like [F]penicillin (penicillin)
We put niggas past the ceiling and [Bm]the sky, giving God a visit (up there, up there, up there)
Murder, murder, kill it, kill it
Dirty .30, feel what's in it (what's in it)
For certain, I'm murkin' the person [C7]thinkin' that I ain't with it (that I ain't with it)
Close the curtain, hospital visits, we flat (come here)
Linin' them [A]bitches, double back (come here, come here)
Nine of them [A]niggas hit up his spine, now he Crippin'
Spine now he Crippin', nigga
Crip, nigga
NLE the Top Shotta, got [Fm7]the bombs like [F]Al-Qaeda
Like what, man? I'll drop 'em
Man, I'll slaughter, nigga
These nigga know what we standin' on
