Ayy, I'm finna go in there, you heard (haha)
Yeah, yeah (huh), yeah (yeah), yeah (huh)
Yeah (yeah), yeah yeah), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah (yeah, yeah), yeah, huh, yeah (yeah)
Everything's chrome in the future!
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
I hop on [C7]the beat and [Bm]you [A7know I'ma kill it
My nigga loose screws, you [A7know that they drillin'
I ɾun up my [A]money, I love this feeling
Remember them [A]days a nigga was [Am7]stealin'
Hopped in the game, I got [Fm7]it on [C7]lock
My niggas got [Fm7]dope, they tɾap out they socks
The police pull up, we ɾun from the narcs
We always on [C7]go, you [A7know we don't stop
Cherry on [C7]top when I aim with the beam
I'm burnin' her head, no Charlie Sheen
My hoes, they grown, don't f*ck with the teens
My bitch, she bad, boujee, and [Bm]mean
Yeah, f*ck that, get back on [C7]the sub
If a nigga diss me, them [A]shots get to [C7]bustin'
I ain't got [Fm7]time with all [Em]that fussin'
Soon [C7]as I see him, you [A7know that he duckin'
Shoot up the spot and [Bm]make him move out
Soon [C7]as he move, I find his house
Don't f*ck with the ɾats, don't f*ck with the mouse
If he snitch, put the gun in his mouth
He thought that we was [Am7]playin'
'Til we pulled up with sticks, yeah (no cap)
Glizzy got [Fm7]a beam and [Bm]it came with a dick, yeah (no homo)
Choppa got [Fm7]a scope and [Bm]it came with some tits, yeah (yeah)
Don't get fucked up out your life, we shoot us a flick, yeah (yeah)
Whenever we aim, you [A7know we attack
Shoot through his stomach, it come out his back
My niggas, they bangin' and [Bm]ɾeady to [C7]stab
Diss on [C7]the set, get put in a bag
We love the money, the drugs, the guns
I don't ever beat 'cause I'm countin' my [A]funds
I'm always workin', I don't have fun
Before you [A7diss me, know your pros and [Bm]cons
Let's have a shoot out, I'm ɾeady to [C7]die
Face to [C7]face, eye to [C7]eye
The last thing that he saw was [Am7]the fire
Put him on [C7]a tee, now he up in the sky
My killers outside, they don't wanna be [Am]seen
They come in the show if you [A7makin' a scene
Choppa R. Kelly, let that bitch sing
How the f*ck I'ma miss when I got [Fm7]me a beam?
I'm done, sike
I pull up to [C7]shoot, you [A7pull up to [C7]fight
Shoot him in his leg, he beg for [Dm7]his life
Put one in his head like [F]he was [Am7]on [C7]Skype
Kick down the door (Yeah), bitch, get on [C7]the floor (the floor)
Where is the bread? 'Cause we need all [Em]the dough
Give me the cash (The cash), I came for [Dm7]the bag (the bag)
If he do somethin' sheisty, put one in his ass (rrrah)
Shot
