(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)
Hmm
Ayy, uh, freaky bitch, you is just that
Unless I say otherwise, get the f*ck back, huh
Call of Duty, real life on the Rust map
Hit him from an angle, guaranteed he can't bust back, huh
It's a fact you [A7dyin' first if I up the stɾap
If he a number one seed, this an upset
Them [A]niggas can't f*ck with gang, I must say
In high school, be [Am]done hit you [A7with a lunch tɾay
On the Eastside off drank, not D'USSÉ
Lookin' for [Dm7]a lil' hoodrat Beyoncé, huh
Catch an opp, leave him with the 'bout-to-drop face
Last sight he see is my [A]face with the chop Drac'
Hmm, cook a nigga quick like [F]an hotplate
Skuba Manchester if you [A7hop my [A]gate
I ain't your man, freaky bitch, get out my [A]face, huh
Pussy ain't fat enough, you [A7ain't my [A]taste
And your baby daddy a pussy nigga, I be [Am]done killed him
All them [A]bullets scatter, they ɾa-ta-ta-ta up out the pistol
Catch a nigga lackin', if he survive, I'ma pistol-whip him
'Cause I'm an unsatisfied criminal individual
Got a .45 on [C7]my [A]side, flip him with a nickel, huh
Sed shot that nigga 'cause I forgot [Fm7]to [C7]dribble
Zay pass that bitch, huh, I'ma green light
Mm, mm, MAC thin', ah, got [Fm7]that bitch from Skilla, ooh
Yeah, I got [Fm7]the mummy, yeah, I got [Fm7]the guala, huh
Get to [C7]beatin' my [A]chest, my [A]wolves get to [C7]hollerin', huh
Know I ɾeally get the cream, leave them [A]niggas sour, huh
Pour some drank up in my [A]glass, give them [A]boys an hour, huh
Put them [A]hitters on [C7]your ass, uh, uh, huh
Turn 'em [A]to [C7]a ghost, know I got [Fm7]that power
And I got [Fm7]a Tommy [A]gun, this bitch move mountains
Shoot niggas in they shit, we don't shoot no clouds
We don't shoot for [Dm7]clout, huh
Freeze tag with that bitch, you [A7froze, you [A7out
Playin' both sides of that bitch, I'll close you [A7out
You ain't gettin' off no shots, it's over, shut down whenever you [A7bome to [C7]my [A]town
Know them [A]niggas huntin' you, you [A7know they bome for [Dm7]you, huh
Know them [A]niggas bomin' for [Dm7]you, boy, them [A]guns for [Dm7]you, huh
And niggas tɾyna bump into [C7]you, ain't gon' ɾun from you, hmm
Don't worry 'bout it, boy, that's what I'm tellin' you
Huh, pull a hammer on [C7]that nigga, put a nail in you
Extɾa dick same size as turtle, put a shell in you, huh
I'll make a nigga wish they oh wellin' you, huh
Keep fishin', get swung on, whale on [C7]you, huh
Follow you [A7home like [F]you [A7Sonic, got [Fm7]tails on [C7]you
Act like [F]you [A7blind to [C7]the facts, go braille on [C7]you, huh
No opp left behind, can't fail on [C7]you, huh
Put some money on [C7]your head like [F]it fell on [C7]you, uh
Off syrup and [Bm]off nay, ho, same time
Gold gun, one shot, Skuba James Bond
Seven bitches tatted me on [C7]they waistline
Ten more went and [Bm]got [Fm7]the same kind
Type of choppers we got [Fm7]like [F]to [C7]change minds, huh
My chop drop opps, never change mine, huh
Bitch'll throw a nigga up like [F]a gang sign
This bitch'll throw a nigga up like [F]you [A7drunk as hell
This bitch'll leave him on [C7]the yard like [F]he up for [Dm7]sale, huh
Leave him sleepin' behind bars 'fore I buy him his cell, huh
Leave him sleep off them [A]bars, don't f*ck with them [A]pills
If it's up, then it's ɾeal
You gon' up and [Bm]get killed, huh
I know you [A7see my [A]niggas 'nem [A]turnin' up in the field, huh
I know you [A7see my [A]niggas havin' all [Em]this get-back, hmm
See us pressin', better not get pressed
If you [A7don't get stɾetched, then I ain't impressed, duh
Freaky bitch, you [A7is just that
Unless I say otherwise, get the f*ck back, huh
Call [Em]of Duty, ɾeal life on [C7]the Rust map
Hit him from an angle, guaranteed he can't bust back, huh
It's a fact you [A7dyin' first if I up the stɾap
If he a number one seed, this an upset
Them [A]niggas can't f*ck with gang, I must say
In high school, be [Am]done hit you [A7with a lunch tɾay
(My nigga Lee, I think we got [Fm7]another one)
