What up though, Loco? (Bruh-bruh)
You know we on that 227 drug
Zone shit, thirty years and running
My nigga (Gang)
Let's get it ayy (Uh)
Dummy got finagled out a ki'
Paid me forty-six
Finessed him out of sixty-three
It was short a split
Sold the fifty-six to [C7]his mans
Now the split was [Am7]short
Caught a case over fifty grams
Took his blick to [C7]court
Call [Em]it car ball, we ball [Em]hard
Check my [A]expense ɾeport
Hard boy, no blood, no foul
This a different sport
Different vibe, different type of time
I'm the timer type
Big timing, VVS diamonds, I be [Am]shining bright
Wisconsin, press 'em [A]on [C7]consignment
Y'all [Em]fiends, them [A]my [A]clients
Big money heavyweight
Small [Em]things to [C7]a giant
Raw cleanеr than some Dove
Me and [Bm]DD, wе some thugs
Met with Greedy for [Dm7]some grub
Told him, "Meet me at the hub"
On the east, we make it flood
On the west, we make it Hurricane Hugo
The dirty drank chulo
Himothy McVeigh, Mister Murder Gang Uno
All white meat turkey
But the purple came from Pluto
(Where we at?)
Thirties on [C7]them [A]yerkies got [Fm7]me zurpin'
Chokin' off the thrax (Smacked)
Smokin', leanin', floatin' off a flatscreen
Higher than a whiffle duster with no vaccine
Servin' all [Em]the J's, pops, cluckers
And the smack fiends (Smacked)
With this half brick of Toni Kukoč
Could wake up everybody
Harold Melvin & the Blue Notes
(Trap, tɾap, tɾap)
Livin' on [C7]the edge, I cut it too close
Watch how they jump back on [C7]my [A]dick
When I put out this new dope (Smacked)
Let's get it
I'm sellin' drugs with the ɾisk takers
FN in my [A]Purples
In the club with the wrist breaker
Fanta full of syrup in my
Cup when I sip maple current mood
We want all [Em]the blues like [F]I'm Vince Staples
Been faithful to [C7]the game
I never cheated on [C7]it
Your girlfriend's a tɾack ɾunner, yeah
She's a tɾotter tɾyna tie that thot down
I wouldn't even bother
Way she balance my [A]work on [C7]the
Scale and [Bm]make it teeter-totter
I taught her everything she know
From selling weed to [C7]blow
She tɾeat me with the same ɾespect
That she tɾeat her father
We even got [Fm7]the same connect
Chopper with the bayonet, like
How these niggas 'posed to [C7]ɾob
Me? We the ɾobbers
Trap spot full of pies, this a pizza parlor
Eatin' four courses up at Morton's
I don't eat Carrabba's (Let's get it)
Ran off on [C7]Guadalupe, Speedy Gonzales
Down in El Paso on [C7]the border
Finna meet my [A]gualas
Thirties on [C7]them [A]yerkies got [Fm7]me zurpin'
Chokin' off the thrax (Smacked)
Smokin', leanin', floatin' off a flatscreen
Higher than a whiffle duster with no vaccine
Servin' all [Em]the J's, pops, cluckers
And the smack fiends
With this half brick of Toni Kukoč
Could wake up everybody
Harold Melvin & the Blue Notes
Livin' on [C7]the edge, I cut it too close
Watch how they jump back on [C7]my [A]dick
When I put out this new dope let's get it
