Intro
Twentyone I feel like the motherfuckin' Grim Reaper
The biggest smoke blower
G A7
Put a motherfuckin' chimney on my stick ■ ■
Verse
Am Am
Brand new MAKminus ninety with the drum attached ■
A7 A7
You a shit talker we got drums for that ■
A7
Tryna fist fight Boy you dumb for that
A7
You gon' get a bullet in yo' lung for that
A7
Draco get to kickin' like Liu Kang ■
A7
F&n on me in the Mulsanne ■
A7
Glock nineteen in the Blue Flame ■
A7
I was strapped when I slid inside your boo thang ■
Am
Twentyone immortal we will never die
Am
Loyal to my brothers I'll never lie
F7
Call me bird dog 'cause I cheat and I'm fly
Am F7
And I love winnin' I'm upset if it's a tie
Am F7
Get you off the ground just to knock you to the floor
Am F7
Let's go blow for blow let's go toe to toe
Am F7
When it's time to battle they don't never ever show
A7
When it's time to battle I'm the first one at the door
F7
At the door with a Draco
A7
Don't nobody move I don't wanna have to blow
A7
Rappin' ass niggas get spent at they shows
A7
That's why I need some help I got a fetish for the smoke
A7
It get fatal in the bottom used to rumble in the den
A7
Hit him with a combo gotta finish him
A7
Ak make you frown since you think you wanna grin
A7
Seems like all the models just be fallin' in my DM's
Am F7 Am
Coolant on the TEC it get hot like Scorpion ■
Am
I'll burn his ass lil' buster
F7
You thought it was straight I got some chemicals in this magazine
Am A7
I'll perm his ass
A7
Wanna be a gangsta but he misguided
A7
I'll learn his ass ■
A7
He went against me and they call nine hundred and eleven
A7
They had to infirm' his ass
A7
How many tops you done got popped Whole bunch
A7
How many times you ran from the smoke Nigga not once
Am F7
Eastside nigga fuckin' all the hoes and I love guns
Am
Ain't no fucking diamonds in my mouth nigga these gold fronts
A7 Am
And we known to handle all the business nigga ASAP
A7
Had her at the slaughterhouse how the fuck you cake that
A7
Ain't no body shots nigga you know I told him face that
A7
Now he in the ocean heard they hit him in his wave cap
A7
You took your shot and you missed it
A7
I just beat it up and you kissed it
A7
Took the rap game and I milked it
Am
Took the rap beef and I killed it
F7
Neck on froze like SubZero dawg ■
Am F7
He wifed a thot he a hero dawg
Am F7
All I care about is my dinero dawg ■
Am F7
Only thing I'm chasing is dineros ■ dawg
A7 F7
Dreadheaded killer like Cyrax ■
A7 A7
Brought a gun to a fist fight like Jax ■
F7
Nah fuck that only thing scare me is a rat
A7 A7
Slaughter gang pick your poison dagger or the ■ axe
A7
Stand up guy they respect my mind
A7
If you foul out get a TEC my nine
A7
If you ain't a hunnid don't text my line
A7
If you know you hatin' don't check my live
F
You know I'm Slaughter Gang so the smoke is immortal ■
Am Am
Ain't nun' changed I'll slaughter your daughter ■
F
She said she was a dime but her friend was a quarter ■
Am A7
I had a threesome then I flushed a rubber down the toilet ■
F7 A7
She tried to give me head it was boring ■ codeine got a nigga snoring
Bb7 A7 A7
I wonder if she would've slept with the poor me ■
A7
Savage keep a Draco in the corn beef ■
A7
Choppa cut you up like Kitana ■
My choppa in the band it's a drummer
A7
Russel Westbrook I was strikin' like the thunder
Am
You was somewhere runnin' round whinin' to your momma
Am
Y'all play conservative we gon send a blitz
Am
I'm the type to catch a TEC foul hit him in his shit
Am
He think he a made man hit him in the head
Am
Don't you try to run now hit him in the leg
Am
People wanna say the stuff I say but they be scared
F7 A7
Jab turn a lightskin pretty boy red
F7 A7
It's a fatality if you try to handle me
F7 A7
Real top shotta don't you ever try to ramp with me
A7
Got enough bullet that could kill your whole camp with me
A7
I was bad as hell in school they even tried to cancel me
A7
I don't like to talk don't you try to tongue wrestle me
A7 Am
And my block good you'll never get the best of me ■
Chorus
F
You know I'm Slaughter Gang so the smoke is immortal ■
Am Am
Ain't nun' changed I'll slaughter your daughter ■
F7
She said she was a dime but her friend was a quarter ■
Am A7 A7
I had a threesome then I flushed a rubber down the toilet ■
F7 Am
She tried to give me head it was boring ■ codeine got a nigga snorin'
A7 A7
I wonder if she woulda slept with the poor me ■
A7
Savage keep a Draco in the corn beef ■
End
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