Song Scale: E Minor
Signature BPM: 4/4
Metronome: 120
Strumming Pattern: DU,DU,DU,DU
(Intro)
Em Am
Ain’t that DJ Chose over there?
Em Am Em Am Em Am
Oh, looked like DJ Chose
Am
Hard body
[VERSE]
Em
Perc’ and the lean
Am
Trapped out, serve it to the fiends
Am
Now I can’t stuff it in the jeans
Em
Need another ring
Em Am
My young niggas Dracos swings
Am
Bustin’ at your sweet sixteen
Em
Put it in the air
Em Am
Ice box come me with a glare
Am
Know I had to cop it, ‘bout a pair
Em
Goin’ into bail
Em Am
Bad bitch, I don’t wanna share
Am
Pussy good, and she do head
(Chorus)
Em Am
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Am
I’ma still get him if he breathin’
Em Am
Spent on a nigga ‘round the corner
Am Em Am
I’m here overachievin’
Am
Posted in the hood, nigga, I ain’t never leavin’
Em
The dirt on the burner increasin’
Am
These niggas don’t wanna get even
Em Am
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Am Em
I’ma still get him if he breathin’
Em Am
I got the drop, so I’m schemin’
Am
I’m here overachievin’
Em Am
Yeah, pull up like the IRS
Am Em
None of these niggas won’t see me
Em
These niggas cap through they streamin’
Am
But these niggas don’t wanna get even
[VERSE]
Em
Fuck is you sayin’? (Huh)
Am
Got bodies for real
Am Em
This music for fans who know I ain’t playin’
Am
I’m tryna be good, don’t fuck with my plans
Em
I’m not on your mans
Am
Pass youngin’ to Roy, he fresh out the can
Em
The chopper, I dance
Am
Open his body like corn in the can
Em
Movin’ like the reaper, bitch, you come and take souls
Am
Hit a nigga in his temple, tryna leave his eyes closed
Em
I’ma put it on her nigga if he play with my woes
Am
I’ma bail it on a nigga like I’m runnin’ that load
Em
I ain’t runnin’ from a nigga unless he work with the folks
Am
Huh, hit him in his throat, make him choke
Em
Bitch
Em
You know my heart black like a cloak
Am
Kill a nigga, then I go ghost
Am
Yeah
(Chorus)
Em Am
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Am
I’ma still get him if he breathin’
Em Am
I got the drop, so I’m schemin’
Am
I’m here overachievin’
Em Am
Yeah, pull up like the IRS
Am Em
None of these niggas won’t see me
Em Am
These niggas cap through they streamin’
Am
But these niggas don’t wanna get even
[VERSE]
Em
I can’t be stuck in no box since I got out the box
Am
I ain’t more fuckin’ stockin’ guala
Em
I pass the game around to all my partners
Am
You turn twenty-one, you gon’ get you a chopper
Em
Don’t let these hoes get between you and bro
Am
If you stick to the code, then nobody can stop you
Em
Them niggas know you ain’t come here to joke
Am
When you go to the door, have your hand on that Bible
Em
You run it up, get some racks to your mama
Am
Know you with the shit, put some up for your lawyer
Em
I can’t believe how these niggas disloyal
Am
Don’t care ‘bout no man ‘less you [?]
Em
My kids out really have nightmares ‘bout shootin’, I get
Am
I’m too rich to be smokin’ these cigs
Em
I’m too blessed to be stressin’ ‘bout shit
Am
Pussy play, I’ma bust on this wig
Em
I’m really rich now
Am
My whole life, give a fuck ‘bout a bitch now
Em
Bein’ straight, they can never get kicked out
Am
Soon as I catch my nut, gotta dip out
I’m on some shit now
Em
I don’t see no one
Am
Just Franklin and Benjamin only ones I wanna kick it with
Em
Might hit a skinny bitch, just on some different shit
Am
If you still breathin’, you know you ain’t gettin’ shit
(Chorus)
Em Am
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Am
I’ma still get him if he breathin’
Em Am
Spent on a nigga ‘round the corner
Am Em Am
I’m here overachievin’
Am Em
Posted in the hood, nigga, I ain’t never leavin’
Em Am
The dirt on the burner increasin’
Am
These niggas don’t wanna get even
Em Am
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’ma still get him if he breathin’
Em Am
I got the drop, so I’m schemin’
Am
I’m here overachievin’
Em Am
Yeah, pull up like the IRS
Am
None of these niggas won’t see me
Em Am
These niggas cap through they streamin’
Am
But these niggas don’t wanna get even
[Intro]
Ain’t that DJ Chose over there?
Oh, looked like DJ Chose
Hard body
[Verse 1: Fredo Bang]
Perc’ and the lean
Trapped out, serve it to the fiends
Now I can’t stuff it in the jeans
Need another ring
My young niggas Dracos swings
Bustin’ at your sweet sixteen
Put it in the air
Ice box come me with a glare
Know I had to cop it, ‘bout a pair
Goin’ into bail
Bad bitch, I don’t wanna share
Pussy good, and she do head
[Chorus: Fredo Bang & Lil Baby]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’ma still get him if he breathin’
Spent on a nigga ‘round the corner
I’m here overachievin’
Posted in the hood, nigga, I ain’t never leavin’
The dirt on the burner increasin’
These niggas don’t wanna get even
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’ma still get him if he breathin’
I got the drop, so I’m schemin’
I’m here overachievin’
Yeah, pull up like the IRS
None of these niggas won’t see me
These niggas cap through they streamin’
But these niggas don’t wanna get even
[Verse 2: Fredo Bang]
Fuck is you sayin’? (Huh)
Got bodies for real
This music for fans who know I ain’t playin’
I’m tryna be good, don’t fuck with my plans
I’m not on your mans
Pass youngin’ to Roy, he fresh out the can
The chopper, I dance
Open his body like corn in the can
Movin’ like the reaper, bitch, you come and take souls
Hit a nigga in his temple, tryna leave his eyes closed
I’ma put it on her nigga if he play with my woes
I’ma bail it on a nigga like I’m runnin’ that load
I ain’t runnin’ from a nigga unless he work with the folks
Huh, hit him in his throat, make him choke
Bitch
You know my heart black like a cloak
Kill a nigga, then I go ghost
Yeah
[Chorus: Fredo Bang & Lil Baby]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’ma still get him if he breathin’
I got the drop, so I’m schemin’
I’m here overachievin’
Yeah, pull up like the IRS
None of these niggas won’t see me
These niggas cap through they streamin’
But these niggas don’t wanna get even
[Verse 3: Lil Baby]
I can’t be stuck in no box since I got out the box
I ain’t more fuckin’ stockin’ guala
I pass the game around to all my partners
You turn twenty-one, you gon’ get you a chopper
Don’t let these hoes get between you and bro
If you stick to the code, then nobody can stop you
Them niggas know you ain’t come here to joke
When you go to the door, have your hand on that Bible
You run it up, get some racks to your mama
Know you with the shit, put some up for your lawyer
I can’t believe how these niggas disloyal
Don’t care ‘bout no man ‘less you [?]
My kids out really have nightmares ‘bout shit that I did
I’m too rich to be smokin’ these cigs
I’m too blessed to be stressin’ ‘bout shit
Pussy play, I’ma bust on this wig
I’m really rich now
My ho left, give a fuck ‘bout a bitch now
Bein’ straight, they can never get kicked out
Soon as I catch my nut, gotta dip out
I’m on some shit now
I don’t see no one
Just Franklin and Benjamin only ones I wanna kick it with
Might hit a skinny bitch, just on some different shit
If you still breathin’, you know you ain’t gettin’ shit
[Chorus: Fredo Bang & Lil Baby]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’ma still get him if he breathin’
Spent on a nigga ‘round the corner
I’m here overachievin’
Posted in the hood, nigga, I ain’t never leavin’
The dirt on the burner increasin’
These niggas don’t wanna get even
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’ma still get him if he breathin’
I got the drop, so I’m schemin’
I’m here overachievin’
Yeah, pull up like the IRS
None of these niggas won’t see me
These niggas cap through they streamin’
But these niggas don’t wanna get even
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