Song Scale: C# Minor
Signature BPM: 4/4
Metronome: 80
Strumming Pattern: DU,DU,DU,DU
(Intro)
What set you from?
You look like one of them Crenshaw Mafia motherfuckers
C#m A
No, you prolly one of them Rollin 60’s, huh
A
(Dubba-AA flex)
Huh, huh
C#m
I’m this bitch with Dubba A
A
Nigga, we be steady flexin’, yeah
A
Don’t know me
A
Oh, no, no
(Chorus)
C#m
Stick with the dick that’s steady ringin’
C#m
Oh so often murder went through my mind
A
Turned around the corner, took all of the tab, pussy boy you gon’ die
C#m
I’m quick to send him for the spin with .45s
A
Any time they asked ’bout my lil’ soldiers
A
this what I’m gon’ reply (This is the sound)
C#m
That lil’ nigga throwin’ six-o, he been slanging iron
A
We ain’t ’bout no code though, just stop on the opps
A
We could jump out the car, them bullets flyin’
C#m
Lil’ Pooda quick to pull up, kick door,
C#m
had to rock out wit’ his nine
C#m
Timmy rocked out on a opp,
A
if you worried ’bout a Glock, hit in his spine
A C#m
He made a diss ’bout my big brother
C#m
He made a diss like “Damn, who died?”
A
Been down the block was me and Leaky screaming Crip life ’til we die
C#m
They told lil’ nigga leave him lone, but I can’t let the shit slide
A
Seein’ his brains all on the cement gon’ leave his mama traumatized
[VERSE]
C#m
They gon’ call the homicide
C#m
On a whole another level that I ain’t supposed to
A
How the fuck we beefing and the whole city know we got smoke?
C#m
Timmy say don’t talk on them phones
C#m
I’ma put three holes on yo’ dome
A
Timmy run down the street wit’ a Glock in his hand
A
Like lil’ kid this is what I’m on
C#m
I was up in New York at the top of the bands
C#m
I was out, zipped up wit’ that chrome
A
Swing the stick on they block, then watch them dance
A
I’m steady tryna rip up the corner
C#m
Because they shot at yo’ lil’ brother
C#m
After that he went and posted a photo
A
And you don’t get no straight about it
A
Nigga told me you called his phone
C#m
Big 33 that Timmy covered, let’s go post up by the store
A
I call up Zack off 37 like meet me at Julio’s
C#m
Late nights you know we let it fly right back to back you hit a pole
A
My stick was talkin’ on the ‘Gram, you let off shots then make a post
(Chorus)
C#m
Stick with the dick that’s steady ringin’
C#m
Oh so often murder went through my mind
A
Turned around the corner, took all of the tab, pussy boy you gon’ die
C#m
I’m quick to send him for the spin with .45s
A
Any time they asked ’bout my lil’ soldiers
A
this what I’m gon’ reply (This is the sound)
C#m
That lil’ nigga throwin’ six-o, he been slanging iron
A
We ain’t ’bout no code though, just stop on the opps
A
We could jump out the car, them bullets flyin’
C#m
Lil’ Pooda quick to pull up, kick door, had to rock out wit’ his nine
C#m A
Timmy rocked out on a opp, if you worried ’bout a Glock, hit in his spine
C#m
He made a diss ’bout my big brother
C#m
He made a diss like “Damn, who died?”
A
Been down the block was me and Leaky screaming Crip life ’til we die
A C#m
They told lil’ nigga leave him lone, but I can’t let the shit slide
C#m A
Seein’ his brains all on the cement gon’ leave his mama traumatized
[OUTRO]
C#m
If you love me or you love me not, I’ma be me
A
He known for gangsta shit, and even bangs in the streets
A C#m
(This is the sound) Woah
C#m A
Pussy ass nigga, hahaha
A
Tell that nigga, spin
C#m
I’m tryna send a pussy boy to talk to God about her
A C#m
Haha, nigga I’m a savage
A
Broke ass nigga
Quando Rondo [Verse 1]
They locked my uncle up in prison he just wrote me a letter
He told me don’t entertain bullshit just stack up my cheddar
On top of that don’t trust these niggas cause they change like the weather
Don’t put your trust inside these bitches cause forever is never
I told him how niggas dissin’ and I never even met ’em
My main partner went to snitchin’ I can’t wait til I catch ’em
Plus my P.O steady trippin’ cause I keep failing my piss test
Back to back I’m steady sipping plus I keep poppin’ these percocets
I’m to the point where shit ain’t funny back to back I’m smoking cigarettes
When everybody askin’ for money it’s kinda hard to run up a check
Say my aunt left him for dead, [?]
Quick to bust a nigga head when it’s over that shit not talked about
I ain’t tell you bout that nigga called his self shooting up grandma house
Now I got to hit his street and let his neighbors hear that chopper shout
This the same ass nigga that use to sleep on my momma couch
Feelin’ like fuck it in public, Lil Leeky in public hoppin’ out
Feds just did a sweep again they tryna get the gang over
Sippin’ all this liquor I might fuck around have a hangover
Hustle hard to the game over, I can’t wait til this pain over
Them niggas wasn’t on my level it was time to switch the lane over
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[Hook]
I got some charges pending but I steady be spinnin’
Pee told me I was goin broke but I steady be spinnin’
I’m a convicted felon but I still keep a weapon
They say the life I live three options that’s jail, hell or Heaven
I got some charges pending but I steady be spinnin’
Pee told me I was goin broke but I steady be spinnin’
I’m a convicted felon but I still keep a weapon
They say the life I live three options that’s jail, hell or HeavenBoosie [Verse 2]
I grew up thuggin like fuck it
Bust that bitch up in public
I made it past twenty-one muthafucker I’m lucky
Bustin’ that thirty, thirty times ain’t no way you can duck it
I’m out that bottom, king lobster of the crabs in the bucket
I clear some yards with the draco (yea, yea, yea)
I got some niggas goin’ hard when I say so (yea yea)
I got a couple options
Get on the road and get it poppin’ I depend on my artist I hope they got me
Off the parole back on the purp
Waitin’ on C-Murda, waitin’ on B.G to jump them last couple hurdles
If they try you will you murder or would you let that shit go
You got options handle your business or be labeled a hoe
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[Hook]
I got some charges pending but I steady be spinnin’
Pee told me I was goin broke but I steady be spinnin’
I’m a convicted felon but I still keep a weapon
They say the life I live three options that’s jail, hell or Heaven
I got some charges pending but I steady be spinnin’
Pee told me I was goin broke but I steady be spinnin’
I’m a convicted felon but I still keep a weapon
They say the life I live three options that’s jail, hell or Heaven
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