调：F# minor•
Verse 1
F#m
E#m
F#m
E#m
F#m
Tape Masters,
Inc.
The strongest team in the street
E#m
cause the hood don't love it
You ain't gotta like it
Watch a young nigga show his ass,
I'm poppin'
You ain't gotta like it,
Watch a young nigga show his ass,
I'm pumpin'
it's twenty bands I walk through
I'm sittin' up high,
four grams in the blunt
Chopped, back, rims all gold
the gal tech fold
Blowing fog in the Taj Mahal, I'm so large
cause the flakes in my work
Flakes in my paint,
who said a n***a can't?
You ain't gotta like it
Watch a young nigga show his ass,
I got the whole block bumpin'
You ain't gotta like it,
cause the hood don't love it
You ain't gotta like it,
cause the hood don't love it
Southside, little neck of my woods
Wine candy on the slab,
E#m
F#m
nigga gettin' it while it's good
Persian rug, make the money feel good
Cherry wood,
keep my two with me
Money with me
when I'm gettin' it with my genuine
With me, Cardi, yeah, frames,
like a Benny or the Range
So we blowin' on some purple smoke
High life, see we did it like we did before
see we doin' it like last year
100 mil, it's the cycle, we did it
We gettin' it, we hustlin',
Got the money, priceless,
bounce back, nigga
Keepin' the G, ain't nothin'
cuz the hood don't love it
show his a**
I'm puffin it
I got the whole block buffin it
You ain't gotta like it
cuz the hood don't love it
show his a**
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