Published: 2024-04-26 13:49 Selection chords: Ethan Cooper
Tonality
Intro:
EmAmCD
(RA the God)
Chorus:
Em
Look, rolling around wid malicious intentions
Am
Waps wid extensions, look like cord
C
Bikes on wire, dot dots sawn
D
Never seen a green giant, but Iʼve seen nuff corn
Em
Undies in a unmarked Ford
Am
Iʼm wid folks on the strip and itʼs lively
C
Thereʼs about four years on my waist
D
Let alone what I got in this Dri-Fit Nike fleece
Post-chorus:
Em
Two long pipes on the, yeah, and theyʼre Siamese
Am
I beg a man act up, Iʼll tan him
C
Folks ainʼt gotta ask me if I brang it
D
Snap it, fill it to the max and bang it
Em
Cream of the crop, like Randy Savage
Am
The bells out the dots turn my man cabbage
C
The teeth on rams left Duckie ravagеd
D
Same time, Iʼm tryna levеl up and live lavish
Verse:
EmAm
Consign who? I know you canʼt manage
C
Try call for a, two and a blue from a half
D
I donʼt know why dukes tryna be smart
Em
Tryna line up a movie, I ainʼt that daft
Am
Try run, never made it far
C
Try drive off, and then crashed his car
D
Never backed his shank, can he ainʼt got heart
All I heard was, "Bear", "Hubbub", and "Hurrah"
Iʼm on the strip battling with my conscience
This hotline blinginʼ is nonsense
Shank on ya waist and you think it ainʼt obvious
Akhi, when are you going Jumuʼah?
To tell the truth, Iʼm mentally scarred
Fighting a war inside, itʼs dark
I ainʼt tryna sit and fixate on my past
Iʼd rather smoke weed and fixate on my tasks
Chorus:
Rolling around wid malicious intentions
Waps wid extensions, look like cord
Bikes on wire, dot dots sawn
Never seen a green giant, but Iʼve seen nuff corn
Undies in a unmarked Ford
Iʼm wid folks on the strip and itʼs lively
Thereʼs about four years on my waist
Let alone what I got in this Dri-Fit Nike fleece
Verse:
Push weight like the gym
Same time, punching a clock, Mike Tyson
If he knows whatʼs best, heʼll approach wid sense
But he donʼt, so he ate half of my ching
I donʼt know why they love pree my ting
Itʼs all games, till a man green light him
Back mine out of the sheath, and dice him
Send me the addy, my boy, stop typing
I got what you need, link me by the best one
I donʼt Do ticks, youʼre smoking spice
The food that I serve sent man to the moon,
and Iʼm letting it Go at a normal price
Grab a pack, bruck it down adʼ then watch it fly
I need racks, even feds know that a mans live
I sell weed, Iʼm tryna better my life
I got what you need, hurry up and buy
Chorus:
Rolling around wid malicious intentions
Waps wid extensions, look like cord
Bikes on wire, dot dots sawn
Never seen a green giant, but Iʼve seen nuff corn
Undies in a unmarked Ford
Iʼm wid folks on the strip and itʼs lively
Thereʼs about four years on my waist
Let alone what I got in this Dri-Fit Nike fleece
Post-chorus:
Two long pipes on the, yeah, and theyʼre Siamese
I beg a man act up, Iʼll tan him
Folks ainʼt gotta ask me if I brang it
Snap it, fill it to the max and bang it
Cream of the crop, like Randy Savage
The bells out the dots turn my man cabbage
The teeth on rams left Duckie ravaged
Same time, Iʼm tryna level up and live lavish
