Song Scale: D Minor
Signature BPM: 4/4
Metronome: 80
Strumming Pattern: DU,DU,DU,DU
(Intro)
Dm A
Mommy, India got them beats
Dm A Gm A
Seph got the waves
(Chorus)
Dm
Shooter geeking off that Molly, he might pop somethin’, yeah
A
Nobody tried us, he just wanna catch a body for me
Dm
Everything I own, that’s me, I got it out of the street
A
Got some choppers in the closet, bring ’em out if it’s beef
Gm
Price-tag on his head, it ain’t shit to get your mind blown
A
Make sure he dead, raise off the cut and let that nine off
Gm
17 shots, empty the clip before we ride off
A
Heard that boy been wolfing, left him stanking on the sidewalk
[VERSE]
Dm
Ayy bitch, I’m banging ’till the death of me
Dm
Killers that’ll step for me (Uhh)
A
Of course I love my auntie, I just hate that she on that Amphetamine
Dm
Sucker side scared of me
Dm
Scientific fact, though
A
I just checked the ‘gram, nobody died, we doubled back, though
Gm
Wolfing get you bagged, though
Gm
Booling in my bath robe
A
Tending to this trap phone
A Gm
Shoot him, if his mask on, I’m tryna knock his mask off
A
Fire up and stab off
A
Synthetic [?]
A
My driller off of bath salt
Gm
[?] him to the asphalt
Business boomin’, bag talk
A
Buy it wholesale and then we sell it to him, half off
Gm
Fuck the opposition, bitch, I’m trippin’, tear his ass off
A
Fuck the opposition, bitch, I’m trippin’, tear his ass off
(Chorus)
Dm
Shooter geeking off that Molly, he might pop somethin’, yeah
A
Nobody tried us, he just wanna catch a body for me
Dm
Everything I own, that’s me, I got it out of the street
A
Got some choppers in the closet, bring ’em out if it’s beef
Gm
Price-tag on his head, it ain’t shit to get your mind blown
A
Make sure he dead, raise off the cut and let that nine off
Gm
17 shots, empty the clip before we ride off
A
Heard that boy been wolfing, left him stanking on the sidewalk
[VERSE]
Dm
Foenem tweaking, busting in the party, dropping gang signs
A
If we pop out later out, we tryna score, lil’ bitch, it’s game time
Dm
Ready for whatever, I won’t hesitate to bang mine
A
I went through the struggle but I made it through that pain fine
Gm
Now it’s all smiles, I swear we spent so many days cryin’
A
Remember sellin’ crack, weed, and pills at the same time
Gm
Now, I’m swerving foreigns, you might catch me switching lanes, flyin’
A
Balling like I’m Jordan, I be fly like I got hang time
(Chorus)
Dm
Shooter geeking off that Molly, he might pop somethin’, yeah
A
Nobody tried us, he just wanna catch a body for me
Dm
Everything I own, that’s me, I got it out of the street
A
Got some choppers in the closet, bring ’em out if it’s beef
Gm
Price-tag on his head, it ain’t shit to get your mind blown
A
Make sure he dead, raise off the cut and let that nine off
Gm
17 shots, empty the clip before we ride off
A
Heard that boy been wolfing, left him stanking on the sidewalk
[VERSE]
Dm
I know these niggas, I can’t catch him, knock his dawg off
A
At your momma job everyday, until you call off
Dm
I might send a nigga on a dead-end with a sawed-off
A
If you diss me on your Instagram Live then you get logged off
Gm
I don’t like to talk on phones, police going through them call logs
A
You throwed the rock and hid your hand, okay, cool we gon’ kill all y’all
Gm
Lil’ nigga but I’m big dawg
Gm
I’m who they call when shit pop off
A
We can get your block took off
A
Don’t be expecting me to look out
(Chorus)
Dm
Shooter geeking off that Molly, he might pop somethin’, yeah
A
Nobody tried us, he just wanna catch a body for me
Dm
Everything I own, that’s me, I got it out of the street
A
Got some choppers in the closet, bring ’em out if it’s beef
Gm
Price-tag on his head, it ain’t shit to get your mind blown
A
Make sure he dead, raise off the cut and let that nine off
Gm
17 shots, empty the clip before we ride off
A
Heard that boy been wolfing, left him stanking on the sidewalk
[Intro]
Mommy, India got them beats
Seph got the waves
[Chorus: Lil Poppa & Polo G]
Shooter geeking off that Molly, he might pop somethin’, yeah
Nobody tried us, he just wanna catch a body for me
Everything I own, that’s me, I got it out of the street
Got some choppers in the closet, bring ’em out if it’s beef
Price-tag on his head, it ain’t shit to get your mind blown
Make sure he dead, raise off the cut and let that nine off
17 shots, empty the clip before we ride off
Heard that boy been wolfing, left him stanking on the sidewalk
[Verse 1 Mozzy]
Ayy bitch, I’m banging ’till the death of me
Killers that’ll step for me (Uhh)
Of course I love my auntie, I just hate that she on that Amphetamine
Sucker side scared of me
Scientific fact, though
I just checked the ‘gram, nobody died, we doubled back, though
Wolfing get you bagged, though
Booling in my bath robe
Tending to this trap phone
Shoot him, if his mask on, I’m tryna knock his mask off
Fire up and stab off
Synthetic [?]
My driller off of bath salt
[?] him to the asphalt
Business boomin’, bag talk
Buy it wholesale and then we sell it to him, half off
Fuck the opposition, bitch, I’m trippin’, tear his ass off
Fuck the opposition, bitch, I’m trippin’, tear his ass off
[Chorus: Lil Poppa & Polo G]
Shooter geeking off that Molly, he might pop somethin’, yeah
Nobody tried us, he just wanna catch a body for me
Everything I own, that’s me, I got it out of the street
Got some choppers in the closet, bring ’em out if it’s beef
Price-tag on his head, its ain’t shit to get your mind blown
Make sure he dead, raise off the cut and let that nine off
17 shots, empty the clip before we ride off
Heard that boy been wolfing, left him stanking on the sidewalk
[Verse 2: Polo G]
Foenem tweaking, busting in the party, dropping gang signs
If we pop out later out, we tryna score, lil’ bitch, it’s game time
Ready for whatever, I won’t hesitate to bang mine
I went through the struggle but I made it through that pain fine
Now it’s all smiles, I swear we spent so many days cryin’
Remember sellin’ crack, weed, and pills at the same time
Now, I’m swerving foreigns, you might catch me switching lanes, flyin’
Balling like I’m Jordan, I be fly like I got hang time
[Chorus: Lil Poppa & Polo G]
Shooter geeking off that Molly, he might pop somethin’, yeah
Nobody tried us, he just wanna catch a body for me
Everything I own, that’s me, I got it out of the street
Got some choppers in the closet, bring ’em out if it’s beef
Price-tag on his head, it ain’t shit to get your mind blown
Make sure he dead, raise off the cut and let that nine off
17 shots, empty the clip before we ride off
Heard that boy been wolfing, left him stanking on the sidewalk
[Verse 3: Lil Poppa]
I know these niggas, I can’t catch him, knock his dawg off
At your momma job everyday, until you call off
I might send a nigga on a dead-end with a sawed-off
If you diss me on your Instagram Live then you get logged off
I don’t like to talk on phones, police going through them call logs
You throwed the rock and hid your hand, okay, cool we gon’ kill all y’all
Lil’ nigga but I’m big dawg
I’m who they call when shit pop off
We can get your block took off
Don’t be expecting me to look out
[Chorus: Lil Poppa & Polo G]
Shooter geeking off that Molly, he might pop somethin’, yeah
Nobody tried us, he just wanna catch a body for me
Everything I own, that’s me, I got it out of the street
Got some choppers in the closet, bring ’em out if it’s beef
Price-tag on his head, it ain’t shit to get your mind blown
Make sure he dead, raise off the cut and let that nine off
17 shots, empty the clip before we ride off
Heard that boy been wolfing, left him stanking on the sidewalk
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