41 CYPHER - Kyle Richh x Jerry West x TaTa x Jenn Carter x Dee Billz x Jay Gelato x FMB Savo Chords

[B] Am I really [F] hard to please?
[Ab] Perhaps I have such special needs
[Db] I _ [B] _ _
wondered what would [Db] come of me
My [Abm] friends all fall Who's there?
[Ebm] God, why you running?
I ain't even click
Like, I put the beat on the set
Never since that you gon' fuck over Swift
Like, you gon' switch up her preference, I'm picked
What, over them blow fucks
Pop me a [Eb] fuck, it's gon' go in my throat
And he got heat, he got beat with the warmest
Spitting my dough on the top of the show
Like, she sneaky, [Ab] she knacky
Left in the spot and they yelling out
[Ebm] She don't love me, she got acts
I don't do hitting that show, so [Abm] don't act me
She got state, he was trying to be flash
She got the [Ebm] rich, blue tacks, getting cashy
And these niggas don't got enough racks
Like, quarter shots to the test, he [Abm] not mad
Like, lil' nigga, I'm smoking your dad
He's from the room, quarter shots to the hat
Like, heard enough, give a fuck who he's at
He move around [Eb] while he get put on a bed
Like, she don't like when I [Abm] call her a leg
Thumb it up up, hit her shit to the backboard
She a liar, that bitch is a [Gb] badger
That bitch a thot like, [Ebm] grrrah, grrrah, grrrah
And these niggas go live in they room
Like, they not outside for real
Bad dude in the south of the drip
He gon' empty the block, give a fuck how you feel
I done a dash, I'ma keep going on wheel
Cuz J, Muffy, and B with the still
She a opp, I'ma flex, so good deal
When I click, bro, he told me to chill
I went south, til I reached me a mill
Reload my dome when it's time for the drill
And the aim is the top of the hill
Shots to the head, call out, boy, Lil' Bill
Rated a clip, [B] cuz I shoot from the field
Reload my dome when it's time for the drill
Shawty a dummy, he died from a pill
EBK, I don't care how you feel
[Ebm] Keep a beam on the scope, never duck
Ace out of the deck, cuz he ran out of luck
Fuck a flex, so I'm turning [Abm] shit up
Middle tip, flick on my head, never run
I just dump the lead down on the floor
Reload my bullets, so a [G] Christian D.S.
[Ebm] When I shoot out on you, double [Ab] hands
Free all my niggas that [Eb] stuck in the can
Don't run, I got smoke in the air
Pass me the L when I smoke it on clear
I'm a demon, I live in the fear
That nigga got shot and got left in that chair
Shoot out four [Abm] quarters, I make it a split
Fuckin' his bitch and [Eb] I don't even care
24 shots when I'm letting it flare
[E] 24 shots when I up, I don't care
Bitch, everything daddy, I'm ready
O-ing that niggas, I ain't showing [Eb] sympathy
Been fooling, ganging, and ready
Might call up the members to slide with artillery
See one of big ones, he cannot kill me
Niggas talking, but he is a kid to me
Head him up, I just body move, jittery
Everything's bad, niggas cannot get rid of me
Body moves sturdy, I [Bb] pass him a perky
Shit, freak, I'm a dumbo with the [Eb] Yerky
Yeah, they be talking about how they be balling the coyote
Shout out to Jersey
They [Bb] was acting like she an essential
Big top [Eb] clip, longer than pencil
Nah, like D said, I [B] don't need to go deep
I was only a pencil, what?
See this?
Bullets gonna send you, everything's [Dbm] bad
Don't let me [Eb] answer, I got the knock
I throw a ten, [E] I call up D and I bet he don't tell you
You can't go deep on me, respect tho
Move up front and you be flocking to crew
If you fuck with that nigga, then power to you
Me and Ty Ty too deep in the V
When we spinning in black, we gon' flock out the window
I got power, I felt like Matilda
No time for the games, ain't no time [Ebm] for Nintendo
And these titles gon' make you so sleepy
I got a silencer, I got a ticket to
These niggas [Eb] be ducking, they hot
And they dodging these bullets like they playing limbo
Shit, I, I make the C-Hall bullets
This coach might knock him from two top
He up the pussy, they say I could be five
Niggas ducking and smoke, D-Tops
Every time I'm on court, they be hiding
Shot in your foot, now you making a silence
See, I stay in the field, he be wilding
Shot in the leg, now he losing his balance
J-Reezy keep a beam on the plate
Feel like I'm hard and I [E] shoot out on me
Y'all make runnin' get into a split
Load [Eb] in a clip and I aim for his lip
Lil' Donny, she all in my dick
Don't know her name, but her pussy legit
Ain't no I can not speak for a bitch
Four windows for you, and I'm committed
I'm doing that four, five, six, six, like
Head crack if I click it
While he running a beam on the knocker
J-Toe real, I broke Smithy
That's flip shit, boss like bossa
Rude boy, my race the shot
She eat it [Gb] up like pasta, but
She ain't getting [B] nada
And then I put my hips up, walk with a lean
On the cuff, I'm like, what do you mean?
All in his back, he got hit with the beam
She gon' shake it [Eb] and throw it on me like
Two step and I walk in the spot
Uno on go, he not talking a lot
Yeah, we gon' bend on the clock
Told bro, should he be bending a lot
Get Koj, pass me the heater
Now before me, you sit on the bleachers
Dude, [Abm] send him to the reaper
Drop that window, crack, crack, crack
Get Koj, pass [Eb] me the heater
Now before me, you sit on the bleachers
Dude, send him to the reaper
Drop that window, crack, crack, crack
He running a knock out a beam
Chop up, make the scene, make him lean
This be actual, what we on the scene
Chopper up his face, falling by the seam
Like, light up the bra for the hottest
Niggas know that for one beat, it's epic
Pulling the problems with me, watch him drop it
Bullets, I probably plug a nigga's socket
Damn, if I'm lurking, then I'm trying to score
[Abm] Gangers with [Eb] me, they ready for war
Pull the wool, how you get sent to the law?
Keep my feet with me, I'm sending out for him
Like I'm for the violence, the call
He keep cooking till that nigga gone
Are you ready, nigga, are you sure?
Hit that body, addy to the floor
[Abm] If I got you, nigga, I'ma end it
Send a [Eb] addy, I'ma clear the distance
Niggas talking, knowing that I'm with it
Keep on stalking with me, I'm a fish
Trying to see him go
Pull up all, I know he do the most
Probably burn up front of him in the toast
Like, it was never close
Like, I been itching to pull out the sitch
AK, demon, I know he gon' blitz
Swear everything, now I can lift
Spend it again if the first hollows miss
And these niggas don't know what I do
Politicians only there for the news
But a nigga got nothing to lose
Pull up in me, I got something to prove
Look, if Jerry spot him, he gon' run
Then keep clicking, rolling for the loan
Here, I always dump it till it's done
D on point, shoot a number one _ _
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