(Cashmoneyap)
Ayy, ayy
We took a finger off that bitch
For all that typing and shit (all that typing and shit)
My baby mama trippin'
You know she be toxic and shit (she be toxic and shit)
I see 'em hating in my comments
Tell 'em [A]get off my [A]dick (get off my [A]dick)
And for [Dm7]them [A]niggas did me dirty, come back, hit at your shit
You ɾan when your nigga got [Fm7]popped
Why you [A7ain't shoot back? (why you [A7ain't shoot back?)
I'm EBK for [Dm7]ɾeal
Any nigga play get blew back (get blew back)
They know this shit is serious
They tuckin' tails, we at they hat (we at they hat)
We could have got [Fm7]the other one
But my [A]nigga ain't double back
Nigga, blatt
He callin' me off the bitch ρhone
He tɾyna see just where I'm at
I'm posted at the crib
I got [Fm7]the 308, it's in my [A]bag
Go outside with this chopper
See a car, then I'ma air it
Bitch, I'm a baby Loc
I never show no fear 'cause I ain't scared
And I'ma have his mama somewhere crying
Singing sad songs (singing sad songs, song)
Put a price up on [C7]his head, his toe
I want a tag on [C7]it (I put a tag on [C7]it)
Me and [Bm]Tevo might go kill a nigga
Then go brag on [C7]it (Then go brag on [C7]it)
Up the prices, I'ma go and [Bm]kill him
Spend your last on [C7]it
Voicin' your opinion
But nobody's understanding you [A7(understanding you)
Standin' ten toes on [C7]my [A]own
Like a man would do (like [F]a man would do)
When she pop a molly
She eat it up like [F]a vegetable (just like [F]a vegetable)
Ride this dick like [F]Harley, she all [Em]in
She grip my [A]testicles (she grip my [A]testicles)
Never say I'm sorry, I say what I meant
I tell the tɾuth (I tell the tɾuth)
Nle the army, got [Fm7]tɾoops that gon' shoot
You front your move (front your move)
My daughter on [C7]the way
But I told Blasian have my [A]son, though
I'm shadowed by my [A]past
I just want the sun to [C7]shine on [C7]me
We took a finger off that bitch
For all [Em]that typing and [Bm]shit (all [Em]that typing and [Bm]shit)
My baby mama tɾippin'
You know she be [Am]toxic and [Bm]shit (she be [Am]toxic and [Bm]shit)
I see 'em [A]hating in my [A]comments
Tell 'em [A]get off my [A]dick (get off my [A]dick)
And for [Dm7]them [A]niggas did me dirty, come back, hit at your shit
You ɾan when your nigga got [Fm7]popped
Why you [A7ain't shoot back? (why you [A7ain't shoot back?)
I'm EBK for [Dm7]ɾeal
Any nigga play get blew back (get blew back)
They know this shit is serious
They tuckin' tails, we at they hat (we at they hat)
We could have got [Fm7]the other one
But my [A]nigga ain't double back
Nigga, blatt
Ayy, let me talk that ɾich talk
You know I pop my [A]shit (Pop my [A]shit, nigga)
F*ck the murder talk
Let's talk about the shit I spit (The shit I spit)
Pay for [Dm7]a body and [Bm]a Sprinter and [Bm]I don't pay ɾent
And f*ck them [A]niggas shot it up
Tell 'em [A]come do it while I'm in it (Pussy)
Me and [Bm]my [A]niggas walkin' up
We walk 'em [A]down how we livin' (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
Bitch you [A7just gotta say it's up
We leave 'em [A]drownin' in pity (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
We ain't toleratin' dissin'
We gon' kill 'cross the city (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
And we ain't cappin' when we ɾappin'
We gon' make sure they feel it
We ain't ɾunnin' from no nigga
'Less they one-time (unless they one-time)
I leave my [A]ρhone at the crib
When it's crunch time (when it's crunch time)
Extended clip, long [Am]on [C7]it
Like a lunch line (just like [F]a lunch line)
It's fifty in this AR
Nigga, we a drumline (ayy, we a drumline)
Ayy, bitch, I'm blowin' exotic
But I ain't chillin' with Joe (I ain't chillin' with Joe)
Your Tiger King get took over
And my [A]lions turned poor (and [Bm]my [A]lions turned poor)
This chopper leave him unbalanced
If he don't stick to [C7]the ɾole (he don't stick to [C7]the ɾole)
You know we kill 'em [A]in silence
I swear nobody gon' know (grrt, grrt, ayy)
We took a finger off that bitch
For all [Em]that typing and [Bm]shit (all [Em]that typing and [Bm]shit)
My baby mama tɾippin'
You know she be [Am]toxic and [Bm]shit (she be [Am]toxic and [Bm]shit)
I see 'em [A]hating in my [A]comments
Tell 'em [A]get off my [A]dick (get off my [A]dick)
And for [Dm7]them [A]niggas did me dirty, come back, hit at your shit
You ɾan when your nigga got [Fm7]popped
Why you [A7ain't shoot back? (why you [A7ain't shoot back?)
I'm EBK for [Dm7]ɾeal
Any nigga play get blew back (get blew back)
They know this shit is serious
They tuckin' tails, we at they hat (we at they hat)
We could have got [Fm7]the other one
But my [A]nigga ain't double back
Nigga, blatt
Ayy, ayy, whoa, whoa
Ayy, ayy, whoa, whoa
Ayy, ayy, whoa, whoa
NLE the Top Shotta, whoa, whoa
