Rap Shxt

B5
You can get the chrome hit the 
fitted off your dome
     B5                 C5
This shit you think you know think 
I'm kiddin’ then you wrong
     B5
This ain't no song, just flexin' my 
bars
B5               Cm
Y’all broke down like the shit in 
your garage
Bm
Put the pressure on your shoulder 
blade, talk that shit
     Bm      Cm
Show up in a motorcade, fuck that 
shit
    Bm
Man everybody knows you fake, plus 
you a bitch
Bm            Cm
And everybody knows you hate, hustle
 and motivate
Bm
Everybody knows I'm the GOAT, 
greatest
Bm            Cm
How you gonna say I'm not your 
favorite?
Bm                       
As far as country rap goes 
                  Bm
everyone's just okay, But you know 
I'ma go
      Bm                       
Crazy white boy get a job done, 
                           Bm
standin' by myself with a pump
Cm
What's up {what's up}
    B                              
You fuckboys stand around don't 
  Bm             Cm
even get shit done, shit’s junk
    Bm                           
I’m plugged in like light sockets 
     Bm   C
and plus I am psychotic
      Bm                           
Don't bark I bite Mike Tyson, roll 
Cm
dice gamble life that’s in
    Bm                             
You shouldn't fuck around with me, 
Cm
fuck around with me
    B5                         Bm  
You shouldn't fuck around with me, 
Bm
I won't let it be
        Bm
I won’t let 'em breathe
    B       B            Cm
R.i.p. to a motherfucker that want 
war with me
    Bm
Run up get your ass served v.i.p
        Bm          Cm     Bm
Whoop a bitch nigga ass my specialty
Bm
S.o.b. son of a gun, huh
B5          C5
Look at how fast they run, uh
   B                         
My pistol it knocks heads off 
 Bm
shoulders
Bm               Cm       B5  Cm
That's game over done, uh

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[Verse]

B5
Whole bunch of hoes and shit hoe 
clique
   B5            Cm
No talent havin' ass hoe bitch hoe 
shit
B5
Buckshot, get rocked, hillbilly hold
 this
B5          Cm
Want smoke? I got it, who wanna get 
lit?
        B5
I ain't tryna hear about your trip
     B5           Cm
That shits gay as fuck, two dicks, 
no bitch
B5                             
Walk around lookin' like a lick, 
         B5        C5
prolly rob these dudes with my fist
                 B5
Who wanna get it rockin'? It ain't 
ever been a problem
       B5             Cm
We can hit 'em with a shotgun, you 
ain't gonna see tomorrow
B5
He a motherfuckin' goner, I'm a 
motherfuckin' gunner
      B5     Cm
Ain't that a motherfucker, 
motherfucker, motherfucker?
B5
Leave 'em on slump shit, bump my 
shit
B5                 C5
Took a city boy to show you what 
country is
B5
Pull my boots on then kicked in the 
door
N.C.
And lets burn the rap sense bitch 
this is war

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[Verse]

                       Ebm
Sittin' shotgun with a shotgun I've 
been poppin'
Since Master P and Silkk the Shocker
 Ebm
 had 'em sayin' uhh
              Ebm
We can get it rockin' it ain't never
 been a problem
                  Eb
Fuck boy we ain't worried about none
Ebm           Ebm
We can get it done, I'ma be the one
           Ebm                     
Better run Forrest run Forrest run,
         Ebm
 run for it run for it run
                Eb5
You can bring a knife and I'ma bring
 a gun
     Eb5
Pow, wow, I just bought a new house
          Eb5
Livin' up north you can see it from 
the south
           Ebm                  
Who's that peepin' in my window, 
      Eb5
pow, nobody, nobody now
                        Eb5
You ain't talkin' 'bout me then 
nobody counts
              Eb5
On top of the mountain, nobody 
around
         Ebm
Fuck the mainstream I'll remain 
underground
                 Eb5
All alone on the throne where the 
fuck is my crown?
      Ebm                  Eb5    
Whoa, oh, you ain't got no soul 
  Eb5
you fuckers outta control
         Ebm
You microwave while I cook on the 
stove
            Gb                     
Y'all Betty Crocker's I'm cookin' 
  Eb5
up dough
Ebm
I'm a goon in this rap shit
      Eb5
Y'all lookin' like food in this rap 
shit
Ebm
I'm a fool with this rap shit
Eb5
One more album
N.C.
And I'm through with this rap shit
Ebm                           
What more I gotta do to prove I 
               Ebm
ain't number two?

Bitch who the fuck are you
                     Ebm
Writin' three number one's you ain't
 did shit once
                  Gb               
I'ma do this shit again just incase
                   Ebm
 you needed proof, ooh
Ebm                              
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson, I've been 
Ebm
OutKastin'
Do this for practice, line after 
Ebm
line how I'm catchin' these rappers
             Gb
Way too much talkin' bitch, where is
 the action?
Ebm                    Ebm
Bitch I'm just askin'? What the fuck
 happened?
                   Ebm
The game ain't the same so I came 
did my thing
              Gb                   
I created the lane now I'm done 
           Eb5
with this rap shit