Off Wit His Head 创作者:
Chief Keef
Chief Keef

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调:G major
Verse 1
Eb
(Off The Wall Gang)
Bb
(Damn, that's Surreal right
there?) ayy, ayy
Gm
Bb
Niggas at your freakin' head
Gm
Click- clack,
Eb
niggas really scared
(Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Verse 2
Eb
Niggas at your freakin' head,
G
click- clack
Really scared
Eb
I'ma run these motherfuckin'
G
people
Just like Diddy did
Get my alcohol, weed,
and my businesses
Eb
Savage just like Beans
G
That's who Beanie Sigel is
Eb
up them poles
G
Heatin' shit like I play for Heat and shit
Pistol beatin' shit
Eb
You don't know what
G
pistol beatin' is
Ridin' 'round town
Prayin' to God with the SIG
Eb
G
Smoke a nigga like a cig'
Bang, off with his head, ayy
Verse 3
Better play with your bitch You better play with your kids
Eb
G
My niggas, they savages
You better play with your ear on the jet
On the Lear like I'll perform in here
Eb
I got my gun in here, so be alarmed in here
G
You want beef? There's farms in here
A lotta armor in here, ayy
Eb
G
Boy, we got the llamas here
Them stupid choppers here, ayy
Eb
Leave you where you stand
G
You gon' need a doctor in here
Eb
I brought my guap in here
G
I can pay your doctor bills
Eb
G
Pay your mama bills,
pay your partner bills
Eb
G
Pay a lot ta bills, pay my bank deposit bills
Eb
I got a lotta clips,
G
I drive a lotta whips
Eb
G
Like I'm at the casino, I won a lotta chips
Gm
I brought my mop in here
Eb
Bb
That dirty bop in here
Gm
It'll bop your eyeballs, it'll bop your ear
Bb
Gm
I brought my mop in here
Bb
Hey dirty bop in here, ayy
(Click- clack) it'll
bop your eyeballs and
Gm
Eb
It'll bop your ear, bang
G
Niggas at your freakin' head, click- clack
Verse 4
Really scared
Eb
I'ma run these motherfuckin'
people
G
Just like Diddy did
Get my alcohol, weed,
and my businesses
Eb
Savage just like Beans
G
That's who Beanie Sigel is
Eb
up them poles
G
Heatin' shit like I play for Heat and shit
Pistol beatin' shit
Eb
You don't know what
G
pistol beatin' is
Eb
G
Ridin' 'round town
Prayin' to God with the SIG
Eb
G
Smoke a nigga like a cig'
Bang, off with his head, ayy
Verse 5
G
Smokin' on this Tooka,
plottin' on a million
Got a lotta children
These niggas my children
Try to smoke some Tooka, this shit
It might kill you
Tryna get some money,
Eb
my nigga, I feel you
G
Coolin' with the Glo, ayy
That's my La Familia
Eb
G
For my fam ily, I'll kill ya
At the red light, drill ya
Pull up on you slow, ride off like a Steeler
Eb
G
I think I'm from Pittsburgh, bitch
Eb
I got my steel up 'Member
G
bein' a stealer
Your car could get peeled up
Eb
G
Baby, I heard your car on E, fuck with me
Eb
G
It get filled up when I look in the mirror
I see a young black nigga
That made it out the Southside
Gm
Where the fuckin' drills was
Bb
Gm
Bb
Ridin' with my tooly
And I'm down to drill ya
Gm
Waste your ass, spill ya, Flintstone
Fred and Wilma she gon'
Bb
give me coochie 'til
My fuckin' deal up
Gm
Eb
It can go down anytime, but I'm still up
Verse 6
Niggas at your freakin' head,
G
click- clack
Really scared
Eb
I'ma run these motherfuckin'
G
people
Just like Diddy did
Get my alcohol, weed,
and my businesses
Eb
Savage just like Beans
G
That's who Beanie Sigel is
Eb
up them poles
G
Heatin' shit like I play for Heat and shit
Pistol beatin' shit
Eb
You don't know what
G
pistol beatin' is
Eb
G
Ridin' 'round town
Prayin' to God with the SIG
Eb
Smoke a nigga like a cig'
G
Bang, off with his head,
ayy
Verse 7
(Damn, that's Surreal right
there?)
Eb
(Off The Wall Gang)

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