Publicado: 2024-03-07 15:22 Seleccion acordes: Sarah Harris
Tonalidad
Intro:
Em
(Half Time on the beat, so you know itʼs a banger)
Look, gang, gang, gang (Grrah, grrah)
Ayo, free Tdot, free Edai (Grrah, grrah)
C
RPT, four-sevʼ, four-sevʼ (Told Stunna, "Donʼt geek")
Ayo, Y to the Gz, Gz to the sky, never put a O before my Y, like
(Never put a O before— Like, even my guela know that)
Verse:
Em
Like, I heard the shit that you said (Like, what?)
You talk on my name like yʼall donʼt know what I Do (Like, how?)
C
Like, Iʼll still slide on the opps (Like, skrrt, boom, boom, boom)
Iʼm on parole, I know Stunna gonʼ shoot
Em
He said, "DThang just rolled in a Wonder" (Like, what?)
I tell him, "Walk down, nigga, hop out and shoot (Like, get that nigga)
C
And if he try to run, rule numbеr two, you better put him on the nеws" (Like, get that nigga)
ʼCause they know we donʼt play with the opps (For sure)
And they know what I did on they block (On bro)
Like, and rule number one, if you dissing the dead, then you better stay with your Glock (Grrah, grrah)
Oh, there Go a opp, so he gotta drop (So he gotta go)
Iʼma keep clickinʼ, clickinʼ ʼtil it stop (Gang, gang, gang)
Fell in love with the drugs, know I gotta stop, like (Gang, gang, gang)
Chorus:
And I gotta run up the bag (On bro)
I gotta chase me a check (Like, what?)
Like, she wanna fuck ʼcause she saw my wrist and she saw the ice on my neck (Gang, gang, gang)
Like, look at my drip, look at my kicks, she love the way that I step (RPT, four-sevʼ, four-sevʼ)
When I step in the room, everybody take pictures ʼcause they know this young nigga next (On bro, on gang)
Like, what did you Do for your block? (Like, what?)
I never heard that you spinned (We wanna know)
A lot of yʼall niggas got shot (Like)
Iʼm praying the judge free all of my friends (Free my hearts)
Oh, you think this shit is a joke? (Like, what?)
Oh, you think this shit is a game? (Gang, gang, gang)
Like, how you gonʼ text me askinʼ for a song and you know we smokinʼ his brain? (Like, what?)
Verse:
Like, I Do this shit for the gang (On bro)
And you Do that shit for the clout (Four-sevʼ, four-sevʼ)
Catch a O, we gonʼ run in his house (Die Os)
Last O brodie ran in his mouth (Die Os)
Oh, they wanna politic? Okay, bet (On bro)
Like, how can I tell ʼem I sent? (Like, how?)
You know how much shit I done did? (On bro)
You know how many shots I done sent? (On bro)
Like, she tryna link, she cominʼ with a friend (What?)
You know me, Iʼm tryna fuck both (Smoochies)
But Sha Gz with me, he got the knocks, so, fuck it, Iʼm tagging ʼem both
After this, we gotta Go ghost (On bro)
Like, we back on the road (Like, what?)
Gotta stay low when doing these shows
The phone keep ringinʼ, probably my PO (Like, what?)
Chorus:
And I gotta run up the bag (On gang)
I gotta chase me a check (Gang, gang, gang)
Like, she wanna fuck, she saw my wrist and she saw the ice on my neck (RPT, four-sevʼ, four-sevʼ)
Like, look at my drip, look at my kicks, she love the way that I step (On bro)
When I step in the room, everybody take pictures ʼcause they know this young nigga next (At all, at all)
Like, what did you Do for your block? (Like, what?)
I never heard that you spinned (At all)
A lot of yʼall niggas got shot (On bro)
Iʼm praying the judge free all of my friends (Gang, gang, gang)
Oh, you think this shit is a joke? (Free my hearts)
Oh, you think this shit is a game? (Better not)
Like, how you gonʼ text me askinʼ for a song and you know we smokinʼ his brain? (Edot)
Outro:
Like, what?
Ayo, itʼs that DThang nigga, make ʼem jiggy before we shoot ʼem, you heard?
R.I.P. Woo, like
Gang, gang, gang, nigga, long live Rah
