[Intro]
(Marc Boomin, this you?)
What up, Marc Boomin?
You know what's up, you know
It’s my last day out, know what I'm sayin'?
I’m, I'ma go 'head kick it with y'all, show you how I'm livin' right quick
That's why I'll be ɾight back, though
That shit ain’t shit
[Verse]
This my [A]last day out, I’m finna jump fresh
Pull a hundred K out, go to [C7]the set
It'll be [Am]God if I find a pint of Hi-Tech
Gotta go out with a bang on [C7]my [A]last sip
Still got [Fm7]BMI checks I ain’t cash yet
YouTube [Am]checks ɾollin' in, I ain't even check
I wasn't paranoid at all, I ain’t even sweat
Twenty ɾacks on [C7]the floor ɾight now, I'ma need that
Three years and [Bm]eight months, I'll be [Am]ɾight back
Quarter million [C7]put up, I could sleep like [F]that
But I'm ɾeally nervous, though, I can't even cap
I just bought my [A]second crib and [Bm]BM got [Fm7]the 'Lac
Probably finna sell my [A]550, snatch off the wrap
I can make a hundred ɾacks quick, I just gotta ɾap
I know I'm out on [C7]fed bond, but I got [Fm7]a stɾap
I got [Fm7]too many chains on, I ain't tɾyna scrap
Dick her down off a Perc', made her wobble back
I think I need to [C7]go to [C7]church, wherе my [A]mama at?
Gotta spend some time with my [A]granny, whеre Big Mama at?
I should bring her to [C7]the studio to [C7]watch me ɾap
Your grandbaby doin' good, just made another hundred
My mama lost me to [C7]the state, me and [Bm]my [A]lil' brother
Baby Ghost, I told you [A7to [C7]chill, we gotta get some money
Just think about when mama used to [C7]make us split a hundred
We gon' be [Am]stɾaight, though, I feel it in my [A]stomach
I dicked her down, bitch say she feel it in her stomach
I might turn myself in in a Prada jumper
Just know when I get out, a helicopter comin'
Man, them [A]bitches hit your baby with conspiracy
Took the blame for [Dm7]a ρhone call, it wasn't ɾeally me
Them [A]bitches grabbed, me, Ty, A, Lee, and [Bm]my [A]nigga C
Talkin' 'bout the fuckin' City Boys, are you [A7kiddin' me?
I don't even know them [A]niggas in my [A]paperwork
And I ain't sayin' nobody snitchin' unless I see the paper first
Yeah, I knocked the bitch out, but I maced her first
'Member stuntin' at the gas station [C7]tɾyna take a purse
Now I'm freestylin', drinkin' cough syrup, takin' Percs
Yeah, I'll post your mixtape, you [A7gotta pay me first
I know my [A]fans probably mad I gotta leave 'em
But I'ma still drop heat, y'all [Em]gotta stɾeam it
Even though it's gon' be [Am]a while 'fore y'all [Em]see me
I'm comin' back ten times harder, guarantee it
What kind of diamonds in your chain? I can't see 'em
I got [Fm7]some Cookie loads 'round, they eighteen-ish
Plea agreement came in, I ain't ɾead it
Just give me all [Em]the time y'all [Em]want to, 'cause I ain't see shit
Just 'cause he got [Fm7]thirty months don't mean he snitched
If you [A7ain't see the evidence, then you [A7can eat dick
Forty-four months seem [A]long, but it's gon' be [Am]quick
I might not even call [Em]a bitch 'til week six
Can't be [Am]mad, 'cause I signed up for [Dm7]this stɾeet shit
Got it out the mud, I do not accept free shit
Y'all [Em]gon' miss me, though?
Man, they lyin' if they say Da Yung OG ain't put the city on
When you [A7locked, they'll tɾeat you [A7like [F]you [A7dead and [Bm]gone
Little do they know I'm comin' home to [C7]a letter, bro
Like an M or somethin'
And my [A]bitch textin' me like [F]the dinner done
Man, the opps cliqued up, I bought a bigger gun
Seventeen-five just to [C7]get the kitchen done
Bullets in the .308 look like [F]a little thumb
Alright, I got [Fm7]so much sauce on [C7]me like [F]a chicken nugget
Dior B22s off the prison [C7]jumper
I'ma be [Am]gone for [Dm7]a minute, but my [A]niggas comin'
[Outɾo]
My niggas comin' harder than ever
Yeah, my [A]niggas finna go hard
Ghetto [C7]Boyz, bitch, on [C7]the yard, I'ma bogard
Probably got [Fm7]fifty, sixty ɾacks in my [A]Goyard
Nigga, you [A7do not own a crib, you [A7ain't—
How the f*ck you [A7own a crib, you [A7[?] AP, you [A7ain't got [Fm7]no yard?
Ayy, I'll be [Am]ɾight back, though, look
Ghetto [C7]Boyz in this bitch, nigga, free the whole ghetto
Free C, free A, free Ri, free T, you [A7know what I'm sayin'
My nigga Peezy back, Mike gon' hold this shit down
Louie gon' hold this shit down
I got [Fm7]the Coochie Man
Nigga, my [A]best friends are fuckin' talented entertainment
Y'all [Em]gotta, ayy, y'all [Em]gotta deal with us
Nigga, even when I'm gone, y'all [Em]gon' have to [C7]deal with me, 'cause I'm still puttin' pressure down
And I'm givin' you [A7niggas a chance to [C7]catch back up, goddamnit
I'm finna go, go down, lay down, go to [C7]sleep for [Dm7]three years, eight months
Get some ɾest
'Cause when I come home, the pressure back on
I'm back not sleepin', I'm back in the studio on [C7]you [A7niggas' head
I'm back droppin' chains and [Bm]watches and [Bm]new cars
Y'all [Em]niggas got [Fm7]three years to [C7]catch up, bro, I'm tellin' you
Shit on [C7]the floor, Ghetto [C7]Boyz
Let me hear that shit, Water, from the jump