On Bail Chords by Bouji

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_ _ _ _ _ I text [Dm] my brody, swerve baller, told him that I miss the streets
He said brody fall [Bb] back, ima make sure that you eat
[F] He threw me a hundred, hunnids told me gon count back
My big bro G-Mo gon [Bb] make sure I bounce back [Dm] I just lost 80 bands, but I ain't lookin stressed
I got sideline money that'll put me back on deck
And I'm still shot callin' even though I'm out on bail
Threw my lawyer five figures told him get me out of jail
I just lost 80 bands, but I ain't lookin stressed
I got sideline money that'll put me back on deck
And I'm still shot callin' even though I'm out on bail
Threw my lawyer [Bb] five figures told him get me out of jail
Woke [Dm] up on the 18th, poured a deuce and heard a knock
Looked up out my blinds, swear [Bb] to God it was the [Dm] cops
Wasn't dumb enough to answer, so don't play me for no punk
No I couldn't hide the work, you couldn't fit it in your trunk
They ran up in my spot, flipped the couch and found my cash
I ain't talkin' Yankee Candles when they found a lot of wax
They done seized my H&K and my pistol grips
Draco with 320 rounds, that's a motherfuckin' case
They done busted up my safe, took my money and my bling
Three chains, two crosses, two watches, one ring
Nine pairs of earrings and my King Johnny grill
The fucked up part about it, they took jewelry from my girl
Had a hundred plus shoes, they ripped open every box
Threw my trueys on the floor and unfolded every sock
I swear to God I hate the cops, treat me like I'm sellin' rock
I'm just tryin' to feed my family off this God-given crop
I just lost 80 bands, but I ain't lookin stressed
I got sideline money that'll put me back on deck
And I'm still shot callin' even though I'm out on bail
Threw my lawyer at five figures, told him keep me out of jail
I just lost 80 bands, but I ain't lookin' stressed
I got sideline money that'll put me back on deck
And I'm still shot callin' even though I'm out on bail
Threw my lawyer at five figures, told [Abm] him keep me out of [Dm] jail
I realized who my homies were to God I love my bitch
Hit her with seven felonies and she ain't even snitch
Ain't that about a bitch, hit me with intent to sell
Told him go on, stop trippin' and one day I smoked ten bails
Got a chain smoking issue and a Xanibar addiction
Told my doctor about [Ebm] anxiety, he didn't [Dm] give no prescription
Now I'm in this situation and my freedom's what I'm facin'
They talkin' bout prison, but I'm prayin' [Bm] for probation
[F] I got God on my side so I got nothin' to fear
Threw my lawyer at five figures, told [Bb] him make this disappear
[Dm] I ain't got no pistol here, they gon' treat me like a felon
You guilty till [N] innocent, who the fuck you tellin'?
Shouts out to [F] my lawyer cause [Dm] homie he the man
The entire trial I was gettin' hired in the ceilin' fam
Word to Young Feat, that's my bro from AVP
And it's business over pleasure, I'ma shout out B.O..P I just lost 80 bands, but I ain't lookin' stressed I got sideline money that'll put me back on deck And I'm still shot callin' even though I'm out on bail Threw my lawyer at [Gb] five [Dm] figures, told him keep me out of jail I just lost 80 bands, but I ain't lookin' stressed I got sideline money that'll put me back on deck And I'm still shot callin' even though I'm out on bail Threw my lawyer at five figures, told [Bb] him keep me out of jail _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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We in one gram, so we're on purpose _ Bandos lookin' like a trap You can come get cursed service That talk low for [G] himself That type of shit make me nervous