[Intro]
(Hm, these guys going back and forth, you know, talking- talking 'bout this, talkin' 'bout that) Dig We gon' tell you how it is, nigga (Dig) (Don't get me confused in the conversation) Uno, I killed it
[Chorus]
He's a slimy [A]guy, he'll wipe your nose just to [C7]cap some Ain't my [A]type of time, so on [C7]y'all, I'm gon' nap some can't go back and [Bm]forth 'bout a bitch who ain't bringing that cash home I can not feel sorry 'bout a nigga who ain't got [Fm7]no backbone (La música de Harry Fraud) We was [Am7]ɾidin' out with choppers, Glizzies, and [Bm]the four pound (Right now) How you [A7grew up with a nigga and [Bm]you [A7act like [F]you [A7never knew him now?
Am I glowing up or are these niggas glowing down?
I am not the ɾock, not a ɾundown, this a walk down Niggas changed on [C7]me and [Bm]I still don't even know how
[Verse]
Thought I told you [A7how my [A]killers come out when the sun's down Never was [Am7]the one to [C7]throw the shade around like [F]the sundial Hop up on [C7]the jet, quarter Xan', lights out Yeah, yeah, on [C7]codeine, I can talk about these scars now (On codeine, dig) All these war wounds start to [C7]look like [F]art now (What? All these wars) Free my [A]dog in the pen, he gon' bark now (What? What?) Yeah, yeah, and [Bm]he live through me, I hold his heart now Yeah, catch a nigga broad day, pull his card out (Bitch) I am so geeked up, I am far out, yeah In the back of a Bentley tɾuck passed out, yeah Dreaming bout a billion-dollar cash ɾoute, yeah (Dig) Yeah, spare me the details Bitch named Shelly sold a lot of seashells And a nigga acting scary like [F]he never seen shells Hollow-tips aimin' at your head, get derailed, yeah (Dig) Here's a tip, lil' bitch, go get some business 'bout yourself Put the tip in that lil' bitch and [Bm]she went chicken leg I swear Hee-hee, VVS, yes sir And you [A7know I got [Fm7]a bad bitch doin' fish scale
