Chords for "TG Crippy" x "Cito Blick" x "Chaser" | Hazard Lights ⚠️

_ _ Like [C#] what?
Gang, [Cm] gang, gang!
Yo, Eli, what the fuck?
Ah!
I'm [D] back in the booth, bad bitch!
I'm the guy on the track, [E] I'm the guy on the track
Bail out gang, [C] bitch!
Hell, cuz he go grab with the knock
He go do what we want on that block
And he probably move on, then he ain't get shot
Better show me the back when I walk in the spot
You my lawyer, not took in the cop
I'ma shake up the spot when I go to the bar
Big Vague once, he ain't die
He forget about the Chun-Li tracker
Took a roll, get sent to the doctor
So y'all bitch niggas better move proper
I got it on me, I ain't tryna box up
Cuz I know that these opp niggas fear me
You gon' bet you they blockin' and care me
Been on my shit, so I know you won't care me
I'ma flock, I don't care if you family
Back door open, but I got my keys, bitch
I got shot and they ain't never shot back
So y'all pussy niggas need to stop that
You [G] see, he's got shot, never shot back
When I'm up [C] for Burke, I be like where the opps at?
Got booked for the night, but I bailed out
Niggas mad when they heard that I slept out
I ain't doin' no shit for no damn cow
Keepin' my dick so I'm goin' out on the road
When I'm gone, we gon' come to your mother house
We gon' show y'all niggas what we really bout
You see, he's got shot powder on his mouth
Nigga, the bros got shot, he thought out
I knew he was bluffin', I know what the fuss about
Tied his sister to take my dick off him mouth
He didn't get shot, I don't give a shit what you talkin' bout
We gon' go through that head if they [G#] air it out
Everything dead, if we smokin', we won't clear it out
I'm that [D] nigga you always gon' hear about
Walk on the spot, drip on me, I wear it out
20K on me, I spread that shit like a ho
All these opp niggas know what we did
I ain't showin' no guns in my Vin
How some fan tryna [G] take a flick
Almost back to the knock, tryna flock [C] out his way
What up on me who get shy and shake?
I ain't payin' this shit, get it fake
_ _ _ Got it whip, that's a getaway fee
Niggas know what it is, LBK
Niggas know how we get, when we back to the well
We gon' go in they shit like
I'ma put these lil' bits up to the go
Beat out that 8 by no bro, they gon' blow
I'm full of taste and he fly to the floor
If he runnin' at me, better duck and get low
You see my cousin, no cuz he won't fold
Blink on, blink him if he got the boat
Standin' in the roof, I got love for my love
So only shoot it from deep, that's the point
You got the scope, niggas pussy, I don't worry about
Ops, especially niggas who don't play the block
Talkin' on the back like you be throwin' _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ knocks
_ Keep squeezin', squeeze to the click, he bleedin'
Hit him more than once, he no longer breathin'
Talkin' on break, they ain't got the leadin'
Talk to his back, have your nigga heed it
Paralyzed, permanently seated
Every miss, then we go repeat it
Pop it in chest, have that nigga wheeze it
Like what?
Please tell me
King of the Bronx, but you got fake drip
Advocate butch and I act like he rich
But you copped me a rack, cuz you never did shit
G's to the G's, now you lickin' with fakes
Stole the shit that you sayin' you wait
Like what?
I don't understand
How you look with the niggas who really in me
How you D.O.A.K. and I throwin' a 10
You hopped up the porch and got gasped by the Queen
Ran out of luck and got shot by your man
Let that nigga keep doin' his thing
I'ma lay that dumb nigga right there where he stand
Clock 23 and I'm top of the hand
Off of the [G] beam, he full of strip and hand
Holiday season, rippin' through his glands Glock! _
[C] _ _ Glock!
Glock!
Glock!
Glock!
Glock!
Like Mezzi Gang
Mezzi Gang Glock!
Glock! _
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