Аккорды к песне ​BiC Fizzle — On God (feat. Gucci Mane, Cootie)

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[Intro: Gucci Mane] 
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) 
Ha 
Fizzle, go 
 
[Verse 1: BiC Fizzle & Gucci Mane] 
Cm 
Za, my body don't focus 
Really been runnin' up commas, you notice? 
G# 
Right on the block where I'm posted 
How he a trapper, play sports, and a poet? (Huh?) 
Cm 
1017, I'm with Wop and them boys 
Fizzle a minor, but far from the boards 
           G# 
Still in the hood, goin' fast in them tours 
Straight out the woods, hear that shit in my voice (Ew) 
 
Step in, step out, one feet in the industry, one in the trap 
Backside stretchin', I'm doggin' her out 
Teach you a lesson, that's just like the math 
Calculate, pound after pound after pound 
Re-up, I get 'em gone outta town 
Feet up, step on a nigga, he frown 
So Icy Fizzle, the talk of the town, on God 
I'm from the bottom, I beat all the odds 
I watched scammers get rich off fraud 
Glock .43 front seat when I ride 
Lean to the side, after robbin', I slide (Damn) 
Straight out the jungle, that youngin' survived 
That hunger and hustle, it's stuck in his eyes 
Switch on the blick, now it rapidly firin' 
Claimin' they step, but niggas be lyin', on God 
 
[Verse 2: Cootie & Gucci Mane] 
Feelin' like the man when I step in 
Ridin' in the Trackhawk, you know I keep the FN 
Ice all over my neck 
Make you wanna find which car had a wreckin' 
Old girl thick as my drink 
Let her come chill in the trap with the dope man 
Tell the lil' nigga, "Don't play with me" 
Nigga, I'm the boss, you the motherfuckin' doorman (Wow) 
Know I got drip like a sink 
Bitch, I'm with Guwop, I might just    Go buy me a mink 
Nigga, I don't cap, I trap 
Before the deal, I had that ice on my link 
Put this shit all in my mouth 
So Icy my grill, nigga might freeze up the drink 
Nigga reach for it, he'll die 
Bitch, I'm a soldier, I should  Go buy me a tank 
Move like a top boy, yeah, a real trap nigga 
Move on your block, make it real, real hot 
Grinnin' like, "Boy, what's wrong with that phone?" 
Gotta turn the ringer off 'cause it never, ever stop 
Know I make the hotline bling 
Bust down Cartier, know I had to freeze up the watch 
MVP of the trap, nigga might pull up to the spot with a bust down pot (Go, on God) 
 
[Verse 3: Gucci Mane] 
Gucci Mane the real La Flare and we      Do real big business here (Huh?) 
I turn men to millionaires, leave with two gold souvenirs (Bling) 
Coke all in my fingernails, all white like some new veneers (White) 
I trapped out my younger years, my mama shed so many tears (Mama) 
He done took too many pills, he don't even know how to feel (Huh?) 
Try to meme us, don't wanna live, brains all on the steering wheel (Yuck) 
Guwop, I'm a valley boy (Wop), but not from that Cali, though (Cali) 
Bouldercrest my addy, Ho ('Crest), this shit just like DeKali', oh (Kali', oh) 
Niggas never play with me with all them fuckin' local jokes (Local) 
My plug don't even speak no English, bitch, this ain't no local dope (No) 
Got the type of millions make your kinfolk start trippin' (Trippin') 
The way this money flippin', got my shooters ridin' Bentleys 
 
[Outro: BiC Fizzle] 
On God