调：F minor•
Intro 1
Verse 1
Fm
Yeah
C
Fm
(Yeah), Murda on the beat so it's not nice
Yeah (Yeah)
And yeah (And yeah)
Yeah
Verse 2
again (Yeah)
We fuckin' the beat up
again (Yeah)
We fuckin' the street up
again (Yee)
We blowin' the speakers
again (Yeah)
In my Ferragana- Ferragamo (Uh)
While they fear the God,
I fear the problem (Uh)
Bitch, we be comin' to win
(Yeah)
Yes, we came a long way
from the bottom
again (Uh)
again (Yeah)
We fuckin' the street up
again (Yeah)
We blowin' the speakers
again (Woop)
In my Ferragana- Ferragamo
(Yeah)
While they fear the God,
I fear the problem
(Yeah)
Bitch, we be comin' to win
(Uh)
Yes, we came a long way from
Verse 3
the bottom (Yeah)
Color marinara sauce (Ugh)
Color soundin' like I split a atom,
Doin' this shit like you can't imagine
Even my bitches be whippin' Phantoms
(Bitches be whippin' Phantoms)
My bitches drink flat tummy tea 'til all
they shit all flatten (Yah)
See how we lettin' it go? (Damn)
Hannibal Lecter with flows
(Damn)
Very selective with hoes
Despite I'm the nigga she chose (Damn)
condo (Yeah, yeah)
Fm
yeah)
Leadin' the flacas, they gotta
follow (Yeah)
Verse 4
again (Yeah)
We fuckin' the beat up
again (Yeah)
We fuckin' the street up
again (Yee)
We blowin' the speakers
again (Yeah)
In my Ferragana Ferragamo (Uh)
While they fear the God,
I fear the problem (Uh)
Bitch, we be comin' to win
(Yeah)
Yes, we came a long way
from the bottom
We turnin' the heat up
again (Uh)
We fuckin' the beat up
again (Yeah)
We fuckin' the street up
again (Yeah)
We blowin' the speakers
again (Woop)
In my Ferragana Ferragamo
(Yeah)
While they fear the God,
I fear the problem (Yeah)
Bitch, we be comin' to win (Uh)
Yes, we came a long way from
the bottom
yeah, yeah, yeah)
Verse 5
it's hot in this bitch
I been gettin' my dough,
'Bout to fuck with these hoes,
And they know exactly what to do,
follow the script
I'm countin' the profit
While shittin' on niggas,
you never could stop it
Future Bugattis, you know
I'ma cop it
Then kill all these niggas,
you know, when I drop it
Niggas know already,
niggas know the topic (Damn)
Jump up in this bitch and niggas
know I got it (Damn)
It's all up in my blood,
they know it's biologic (Yee)
You can give 'em all a new
feast for the street
I'ma give 'em the food so
my niggas can eat
When I'm livin' the truth,
that's always when I speak
Now go stand on the couch,
and fuck up the beat
I want a receipt
And you know we'll be back just to
fuck up the streets
Verse 6
again (Yeah)
We fuckin' the beat up
again (Yeah)
We fuckin' the street up
again (Yee)
We blowin' the speakers
again (Yeah)
In my Ferragana Ferragamo (Uh)
While they fear the God,
I fear the problem (Uh)
Bitch, we be comin' to win
(Yeah)
Yes, we came a long way
from the bottom
again (Uh)
again (Yeah)
We fuckin' the street up
again (Yeah)
We blowin' the speakers
again (Woop)
In my Ferragana Ferragamo (Yeah)
While they fear the God,
I fear the problem (Yeah)
Bitch, we be comin' to win (Uh)
Yes, we came a long way
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