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הצג גם אקורדים
| Intro: |
| (Mustard on the beat, ho) |
| Ayy, Mustard on the beat, ho |
| Deebo any rap nigga |
| He a free throw |
| Man down, call an amberlamps |
| Tell him, "Breathe, bro" |
| Nail a nigga to the cross |
| He walk around like Teezo |
| What's up with these jabroni-ass |
| Niggas tryna see Compton? |
| The industry can hate me |
| Fuck 'em all and they mama |
| How many opps you really got? |
| I mean |
| It's too many options |
| I'm finna pass on this body |
| I'm John Stockton |
| Beat your ass and hide the |
| Bible if God watchin' |
| Sometimes you gotta pop out |
| And show niggas |
| Certified boogeyman |
| I'm the one that up |
| The score with 'em |
| Walk him down, whole time |
| I know he got some ho in him |
| Pole on him, extort shit |
| Bully Death Row on him |
| Say, Drake |
| I hear you like 'em young |
| You better not ever go to |
| Cell block one |
| To any bitch that talk to |
| Him and they in love |
| Just make sure you hide your |
| Lil' sister from him |
| They tell me Chubbs the only |
| One that get your hand-me-downs |
| And Party at the party playin' |
| With his nose now |
| And Baka got a weird case |
| Why is he around? |
| Certified Lover Boy? Certified |
| Pedophiles |
| Wop, wop, wop, wop |
| Wop, Dot, fuck 'em up |
| Wop, wop, wop, wop |
| Wop, I'ma do my stuff |
| Why you trollin' like a bitch? |
| Ain't you tired? |
| Tryna strike a chord and |
| It's probably A minor |
| They not like us |
| They not like us, they not like us |
| They not like us |
| They not like us, they not like us |
| You think the Bay gon' |
| Let you disrespect Pac |
| Nigga? |
| I think that Oakland |
| Show gon' be your last stop |
| Nigga |
| Did Cole foul |
| I don't know |
| Why you still pretendin' |
| What is the owl? |
| Bird niggas and burnt bitches |
| Bìm |
| Go |
| The audience not dumb |
| Shape the stories how you want |
| Hey, Drake, they're not slow |
| Rabbit hole is still deep |
| I can go further, I promise |
| Ain't that somethin'? B-Rad |
| Stands for bitch and you |
| Malibu most wanted |
| Ain't no law, boy, you ball boy |
| Fetch Gatorade or somethin' |
| Since 2009 |
| I had this bitch jumpin' |
| You niggas'll get a wedgie |
| Be flipped over your boxers |
| What OVO for? The "Other |
| Vaginal Option"? Pussy |
| Nigga better straighten |
| They posture |
| Got famous all up in Compton |
| Might write this for the doctorate |
| Tell the pop star quit hidin' |
| Fuck a caption |
| Want action, no accident |
| And I'm hands-on |
| He fuck around, get polished |
| Fucked on Wayne girl |
| While he was in jail |
| That's connivin' |
| Then get his face tatted |
| Like a bitch apologizin' |
| I'm glad DeRoz' came home |
| Y'all didn't deserve him neither |
| From Alondra down to Central |
| Nigga better not speak on Serena |
| And your homeboy need subpoena |
| That predator move in flocks |
| That name gotta be registered |
| And placed on neighborhood watch |
| I lean on you niggas like |
| Another line of Wock' |
| Yeah, it's all eyes on me |
| And I'ma send it up to Pac, ayy |
| Put the wrong label on me |
| I'ma get 'em dropped, ayy |
| Sweet Chin Music and |
| I won't pass the aux |
| Ayy |
| How many stocks do I really |
| Have in stock? Ayy |
| One, two, three, four |
| Five, plus five, ayy |
| Devil is a lie, he a 69 God, ayy |
| Freaky-ass niggas need |
| To stay they ass inside |
| Ayy |
| Roll they ass up |
| Like a fresh pack of 'za |
| Ayy |
| City is back up |
| It's a must, we outside, ayy |
| Bridge: |
| They not like us |
| They not like us, they not like us |
| They not like us |
| They not like us, they not like us |
| Once upon a time |
| All of us was in chains |
| Homie still doubled down |
| Callin' us some slaves |
| Atlanta was the Mecca |
| Buildin' railroads and trains |
| Bear with me for a second |
| Let me put y'all on game |
| The settlers was usin' townfolk |
| To make 'em richer |
| Fast-forward, 2024 |
| You got the same agenda |
| You run to Atlanta when you |
| Need a check balance |
| Let me break it down for you |
| This the real nigga challenge |
| You called Future when |
| You didn't see the club (Ayy what?) |
| Lil Baby helped you get your |
| Lingo up (What?) |
| 21 gave you false street cred |
| Thug made you feel like you |
| A slime in your head (Ayy |
| What?) |
| Quavo said you can be from |
| Northside (What?) |
| 2 Chainz say you good, but he lied |
| You run to Atlanta when you |
| Need a few dollars |
| No, you not a colleague |
| You a fuckin' colonizer |
| The family matter and the |
| Truth for the matter |
| It was God's plan to show |
| Y'all the liar |
| BÖm |
| Mm |
| Mm-mm |
| He a fan, he a fan, he a fan (Mm) |
| He a fan, he a fan, he a |
| Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God |
| Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God |
| Hey, hey, hey, hey |
| Run for your life |
| Hey, hey, hey, hey |
| Run for your life |
| Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God |
| Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God |
| Hey, hey, hey, hey |
| Run for your life |
| Hey, hey, hey, hey |
| Run for your life |
| Let me hear you say |
| "OV-ho" (OV-ho) |
| Say, "OV-ho" (OV-ho) |
| Then step this way, step that way |
| Then step this way, step that way |
| Are you my friend? |
| Are we locked in? |
| Then step this way, step that way |
| Then step this way, step that way |
| Bridge: |
| x4 |
| Ending: |
